Are you wearied with earth's turmoil,
Is your heart filled with despair?
Get ye up into the mountain
By the path of silent prayer.
Steppingstones of holy thinking
Guide you to the light above,
Till you reach the glorious summit
Of the mount of Truth and Love.
Far below the darkling shadows,
Which had mistified your view,
You behold as clouds of error
Shutting out the vision true.
As you come down from the mountain,
Where you went apart to pray,
All the mists of doubt and error
In Love's sunshine melt away.
Happy, joyous, free, and grateful
For this heavenly repose,
You descend into the valley,
And it blossoms as the rose.
You behold man as God's image,
See perfection everywhere;
Then you heal as Jesus taught us,
By the silent power of prayer.
