UP in the Tauern Mountains
Are bells on the summit peaks,
They hang in the golden sunshine
All silent for days and weeks;
But lo! when the storm wind rises
And blasts from the hilltops blow,
Those bells send their peals while swinging,
Far down in the valley below.
And so in each heart is hanging
A bell, yea, a bell of prayer,
Oft silent in days of sunshine,
But pealing when storms are there.
'Tis well in the days of beauty,
In the solemn and quiet hour,
To set all the prayer bells ringing,
For prayer is the key to power.