Hymn/Song Information

You may sing of the beauties of mountain

You may sing of the beauties of mountain and dale
Of the silvery streamlet and flow'rs of the vale
But the place most delightful this earth can afford,
Is the place of devotion--the house of the Lord.

You may boast of the sweetness of day's early dawn,
Of the sky's soft'ning graces when day is just gone;
But there's no other season or time can compare
With the house of devotion--the season of prayer.

You may value the friendships of youth and of age,
And select for my comrades the noble and sage;
But the friends that most cheer me on life's rugged road,
Are the friends of my Master--the children of God.

You may talk of your prospects of fame or of wealth,
And the hopes that oft flatter the fav'rites of health
But the hope of bright glory--of heavenly bliss!
Take away ev'ry other, and give me but this.

Ever hail, blessed temple, abode of my God,
I will turn to thee often to hear from thy word
I will walk to the altar with those that I love,
And delight in the prospect revealed from above.