The Three Mountains

Between me and my Sav­ior

Three migh­ty mount­ains rose

That all my way and ev­er

My com­ing did op­pose;

And dark­ness ga­thered round me

The light was grow­ing dim

Until my Sav­ior found me

And now I rest in Him.

I wait­ed for a feel­ing

Some new mys­ter­ious pow­er

A heav­en­ly light re­veal­ing

My heart as ne’er be­fore;

The mount­ain dark and gloomy

Concealed a lov­ing Lord

Until His voice came to me—

My child

be­lieve My Word.

I wait­ed for a fit­ness

To pray would be a sin!

My past life bore the wit­ness

How vile my heart had been:

This mount­ain crushed my spir­it

Till God de­liv­er­ance gave—

’Twas sin­ners with­out merit

That Je­sus came to save.

And then my fear of fail­ing

Of hopes in­dulged in vain

Of ef­forts un­av­ail­ing

Eternal life to gain:

This mount­ain rose be­fore me

I called for help di­vine;

Said Je­sus

Dost thou love Me?

Then rest thy life in Mine.