In Heav´n above

1. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above,
where God our Father dwells,
how boundless there the blessèdness!
No tongue its greatness tells;
there face to face, and full and free,
ever and evermore we see—
we see the Lord of hosts!

2. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above,
what glory deep and bright!
The splendor of the noonday sun
grows pale before its light;
that mighty Sun that ne’er goes down,
before Whose face clouds never frown,
is God the Lord of hosts.

3. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above,
no tears of pain are shed;
there nothing e’er shall fade or die;
life’s fullness round is spread,
and, like an ocean, joy o’erflows,
and with immortal mercy glows
our God the Lord of hosts.

4. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above,
God hath a joy prepared,
which mortal ear hath never heard,
nor mortal vision shared,
which never entered mortal breast,
by mortal lips was ne’er expressed,
’tis God, the Lord of hosts!

Morn amid the mountains

1. Morn amid the mountains -
lovely solitude!
Gushing streams and fountains
murmur: "God is good!
God is good!"

2. Now the glad sun, breaking,
pours a golden flood.
Deepest vales, awaking,
ecco: "God is good!
God is good!"

3. Hymns of praise are ringing
through the leafy wood;
songsters, sweetly singing,
warble: "God is good!
God is good!"

4. Wake, and join the chorus,
child with soul endued;
He whose smile is o´er us,
God, our God is good!
God is good!