The Holy Mountain

by

Roy Wayne Crouch

O Holy Mountain,with streets of gold
Ancient of days,lover of souls

Father of mercy,grace be from He
Father of jesus,our King of Kings

His love is the purest,love we could know
And guidance,the straightest,path we could go

Our journey's cross rivers,some brook's and some stream's
In search of the mountain,home of our King

With flower's of beauty,there is no compare
Jesus the master ,leading us there

River of love,pure is your fountain
Lead us my love,to your Holy Mountain

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from: Sunderland, England, UK

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