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.