I
STRUGGLING UP THE MOUNTAIN, WALKING THRU THE VALLEY.
THIS IS WHERE GOD'S CHILDREN OUGHT TO BE,
FOR THE LILIES GROW IN DESERTS AND THERE UPON THE HILLSIDE.
HIGH ABOVE THIS EARTHLY WIND HIS MERCY REACHES ME.
II
I KNOW WHAT LIES BEFORE US, I SEE WHAT'S JUST AHEAD.
THE LIVING SAINTS WILL MEET THE RISEN DEAD.
THESE EYES WILL CEASE THEIR CRYING,
THIS HEART GIVE UP ITS YEARNING.
THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS LONELY TEARS,
IN A LAND OF BORN AGAIN.
CHORUS
AND ON THIS SIDE OF THE GRAVE, LIFE IS FILLED WITH PROBLEMS
EVERY DAY. IT MAKES ME ANXIOUS TO GET THIS JOURNEY ON THE WAY
AND I'LL LEAVES IT ALL ON THIS SIDE OF THE GRAVE.