Climbing Up Zion’s Hill

I’m try­ing to climb up Zi­on’s hill

For the Sav­ior whis­pers

Love;

Tho’ all be­neath is dark as death

Yet the stars are bright above me.

Then up­ward still

to Zi­on’s hill

To the land of joy and beau­ty;

My path be­fore shines more and more

As it nears the gold­en ci­ty.

I’m climbing up Zi­on’s hill

I’m climb­ing up Zi­on’s hill

Climbing

climb­ing

Climbing up Zi­on’s hill.

I know I’m but a lit­tle child

My strength will not pro­tect me;

But then I am the Sav­ior’s lamb

And He will not ne­glect me.

Then all the time I’ll try to climb

This ho­ly hill of Zi­on;

For I am sure the way is pure

And on it comes no li­on.

Then come with me

we’ll up­ward go

And climb this hill to­ge­ther;

And as we walk

we’ll sweet­ly talk

And sing as we go thi­ther.

Then mount up still God’s ho­ly hill

Till we reach the pear­ly por­tals;

Where rap­tured tongues pro­claim the songs

Of the shin­ing robed im­mor­tals.