The sorrows of the daily life, the shadows o'er my path which fall,
Too oft obscure the glory's light, until I rise above them all.
Until upon the mountain height I stand, my God, with Thee alone,
Bathed in the fullest, clearest light, the glory that surrounds the throne.
Calm in Thy secret presence, Lord, I rest this weary soul of mine;
Feed on the fullness of Thy Word, and die to all the things of time.
Alone with Thee, O Master, where the light of earthly glory dies,
Misunderstood by all, I dare to do what Thine own heart will prize.
Such be my path through life down here; one long, close, lonely walk with Thee,
Until, past every doubt and fear, Thy face in light above I'll see.