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Climb the High Mountain [Out of Print]

Composer:
Arlene Pourroy
Text Source:
Matt 17: 1-5
Adapted by:
Arlene Pourroy
Publisher:
Wordlight Publishing

Lyrics

And Jesus led them up, led them up a high mountain, And his face shone like the sun, Then a voice called from the cloud: This is my Son, my beloved. Listen to him. Am I following Christ up the great and

high mountain? Am I climbing the path all the steep and dusty way? Leaping over the rocks; if I stumble, God’s arms will uphold me. Am I following Christ? Am I hearing God’s call: This is my Son, my

beloved. Listen to him. When I pause by the wayside and look from the mountain across the vast valley as it shines in the sun, hearing Christ and his promise, sweet rest for the weary, am I following Christ?

Hear the call from the cloud: This is my Son, my beloved. Listen to him. Rising on past the mist, standing high on the summit, I see the heavens embracing the earth, as a picture of God’s love embracing

the earth, a picture of God’s love.