THE MOUNTAINS OF LIFE

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 5, 1860

THE MOUNTAINS OF LIFE.

THERE's land far away, 'mid the stars we are told, Where they know not the sorrows of time; Where the pure waters wander through valleys of gold, And life is a treasure sublime; 'Tis the land of our God, 'tis the home of our soul, Where ages of splendor eternally roll, Where the way-weary traveler reaches his goal, On the evergreen mountains of life.

Our gaze cannot soar to that beautiful land, But our visions have told of its bliss, And our souls by the gale from its gardens are fanned, When we faint in the deserts of this; And we sometimes have longed for its holy repose, When our worn hearts were torn with temptations and woes, And we've drank from the tide of the river that flows, From the evergreen mountains of life.

O! the stars never tread the blue heavens at night, But we think where the ransomed have trod, And the day never smiles from his palace of light, But we feel the bright smile of our God. We are traveling homeward, through changes and gloom, To a kingdom where pleasures unchangingly bloom, And our guide is the glory that shines through the tomb, From the evergreen mountains of life.