God of the heights, austere, inspiring, Thy word has come to me,
O let no selfish aims, conspiring, Distract my soul from Thee.
Loosen me from things of time; Strengthen me for steadfast climb.
The temporal would bind my spirit; Father, be Thou my stay.
Show me what flesh cannot inherit, Stored for another day.
Be transparent, things of time. Looking through you, I would climb.
Now by Thy grace my spirit chooses Treasure that shall abide
The great Unseen, I know, endures, My footsteps shall not slide.
Not for me the things of time; God of mountains, I will climb.