Morn amid the mountains,
Lovely solitude,
Gushing streams and fountains,
Murmur, "God is good."
Now the glad sun, breaking,
Pours a golden flood;
Deepest vales awaking,
Echo, "God is good."
Wake and join the chorus,
Man with soul endued!
He, whose smile is o'er us,
God,--our God,--is good.