The Summit

She stands upon the mountain slope
    Where word and truth embrace,
And there the Summit preaches hope
    To all who seek God's grace.

His love pervades the Summit's halls
    From morn 'til eventide,
And sanctifies her ancient walls
    With joys that ne'er subside.

Shall we forget her noble name,
    And leave her deeds unsung?
Nay, rather let us crown her fame
    With gracious pen and tongue.

New destinies are each fulfilled
    As winds of spirit blow,
And on this confidence we build
    Our castles here below.