I stand upon a hill top high
Where the wind blows wild and free
I stand and scan the universe
God's hand prepared for me.
For He made the mountains high
All clothed in verdure bright
He made the valleys wide and deep
And streams that chuckle in the night.
The sun he made for light, and heat and life
The moon for season due
And then for me, the soft night darkness made
The stars he hung for you.