This Word came to you,
"This mountain is high,  it will be difficult to scale."
You started your climb,  the cliffs have been rugged
At times you feared you would fail.

It would have been easier to give up your journey
To sit down and wait for fate's end.
But on the cleft of the rock, He hided your soul
With His hand on which you depend.

The climb isn't over, but you're nearing the top
And that hand is pulling you through.
When you reach the top of the mountain, with the valley below
You can rest in God's health,  and enjoy the view