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God of the heights, austere, inspiring,
Thy word hath come to me,
O let no selfish aims, conspiring,
Distract my soul from Thee.
Loosen me from things of time;
Strengthen me for stedfast climb.
The temporal would bind my spirit;
Father, be Thou my stay.
Show me what flesh cannot inherit,
Stored for another day.
Be transparent, things of time.
Looking through you, I would climb.
Now by Thy grace my spirit chooseth
Treasure that shall abide
The great Unseen, I know, endureth,
My footsteps shall not slide.
Not for me the things of time;
God of mountains, I will climb.