Fruit, Flowers, and On the mount of wondrous glory

On the mount of wondrous glory,
Borne aloft by faith we stand,
While we drink the crystal waters
Flowing down from Eden’s land.

On the mount of wondrous glory,
Where so oft ‘tis ours to be,
In the brightness of his presence,
Christ, our Lord, reveal’d we see.

On the mount of wondrous glory,
Where he bids me come and rest,
Jesus spreads a feast before us,
Making each a welcome guest.

If on earth our souls are honor’d
With such visions of delight,
Who can tell our heights of rapture,
When our faith is lost in sight.

Chorus:
How the heart, its toil forgets,
In the joy we there behold; there behold;
In the fullness of his love, of his love,
That is better felt than told.

Sallie M. Smith