Will my love meet me there
On the top of the mountains, beneath
the sky of his grace?
Will he receive
my worship and provide a quiet place?
How will he know what words to say
how will he capture my heart each day?
Will I be enthralled for moments
only a soul-moving thrill
O Lord, have mercy on
my self-wise thoughts.
You are my glory, you are my stay
I am but night that you’ve turned into day.
May I mind you more than I mine myself
for diamonds, where none are
found. In you I hope, and to you I look –
there is a sound.
And so I strain my ears,
Come, Lord Jesus, come.