1 There is a holy hill of God,
Its heights by faith I see;
Now to ascend my soul aspires,
To leave earth’s vanity.
Lord, cleanse my hands, and cleanse my heart,
All selfish aims I flee,
My faith reward, thy love impart,
And let me dwell with thee.
2 Though great the world’s attractions be,
I pass contented by;
Gladly I sacrifice their charms
For those enjoyed on high.
3 I seek the blessing from the Lord
That humble saints receive,
And righteousness, his own reward
To all who dare believe.
4 O let me now thy hill ascend,
Made worthy by thy grace,
There in thy strength to stand and serve
Within the holy place!
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #461