Consummate beauty crowns the alpine crest
In glow of dawn and blaze of setting sun;
Our humble upward gaze in awe would rest
Upon the work of God, whose will is done.
We also, in our heart of hearts, would climb,
By means of words, self-luminous and bright,
The heights of oratory, prayer, or rhyme,
Inspirited by God's revealing light.
I have not sought to climb the lofty peak
Nor risen to the heights of eloquence;
My words seem flat and timid when I speak;
My footsteps shun exalted eminence.
But feeling gratitude for Spirit's ways,
I, fearless, scale the pinnacle of praise.
