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.

Amy Carmichael