Oh, mountain of beauty,
With thy lofty air,
Mantled with snow,
A vision so fair.
Bright little flowers,
Bright greens of trees,
An abundance of waterfalls,
Are nestled in these.
In each time of year,
So much beauty to touch,
A sign of God's care,
That He loves us so much.
How could we deserve,
Such beauty from above,
If God didn't want to show us,
The proof of His love?
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