Climbing Zion’s Mountain

I’m climb­ing Zi­on’s mount­ain

With Je­sus as my guide

I’ll reach the cleans­ing fount­ain—

The pre­cious crim­son tide.

I’m on­ward

up­ward climb­ing

Mount Zi­on’s rug­ged side;

I’ll reach the land im­mor­tal

And there in joy ab­ide.

Earth’s storms are all be­low me—

Her floods can reach me not;

Close to the Rock of Ag­es

I’ll find a shel­tered spot.

Ne’er was a friend so faith­ful

And ne’er a guide so true;

I will to Him be loy­al

The whole long jour­ney through.