NOT THE GRANDEUR OF THE MOUNTAINS

Not the grandeur of the mountains,

Nor the splendour of the sea,

Can excel the ceaseless wonder

Of my Saviour’s love to me:

For His love to me is faithful,

And His mercy is divine;

And His truth is everlasting,

And His perfect peace is mine.

Not the streams that fill the valleys,

Nor the clouds that drift along,

Can delight me more than Jesus

Or replace my grateful song:

Yet these all convey His beauty

And proclaim His power and grace -

For they are among the tokens

Of the love upon His face: .