A Mountain and the Moon
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 choosethTreasure that shall abideThe 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
