1 High up on the mountain or in the valley low,
I’m happy in my labors if Jesus bids me go;
Smooth or rough the highway, I travel just the same,
For nothing seems to matter but service in His name.

High ground, low ground–‘tis all the same when homeward bound;
High ground, low ground–‘tis all the same since Him I found;
Going on with Jesus, I’m happy, glad and free,
High ground, or low ground–‘tis all the same to me.

2 When I think how Jesus gave up His life for me,
My little bit of service I give most willingly;
Working in the sunshine or on the cloudy days,
My life is full of glory, my heart is full of praise.

High ground, low ground–‘tis all the same when homeward bound;
High ground, low ground–‘tis all the same since Him I found;
Going on with Jesus, I’m happy, glad and free,
High ground, or low ground–‘tis all the same to me.

3 Hard sometimes the pathway, but Jesus holds my hand,
And gives me strength and courage upon His word to stand;
You, too, friends, may have Him, this Savior kind and true,
The only One who’s able to bear your load for you

Smooth ground, rough ground–‘tis all the same when homeward bound;
Smooth ground, rough ground–‘tis all the same since Him I found;
Going on with Jesus, I’m happy, glad and free,
Smooth ground, or rough ground–‘tis all the same to me.