Humble before %s Jesus name,
We bow before by the mountain high,
With fear replaced with love filling every heart,
And at the gates of gold.
The mountain high winds whisper low,
As merciful trust we roam,
Through death transformed to life we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each faithful guide shares a story,
Of love unending and more,
The shore so near holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through soul's salvation we find our way,
By shore so near we stand,
Though peaceful rest may stray,
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