1 The Hill of Zion rises high
Before us as we stand,
And view that straight but narrow way
That leads to Canaan's land.
Chorus:
We're climbing, climbing, still
Through ev'ry good or ill;
We're climbing, climbing still
Fair Zion's Hill.
2 The way seems long, and oft times drear,
But onward is the cry,
We'll not turn back, whatever comes,
We're bound to do or die. [Chorus]
3 A strength upholds that's not our own:
It comes from one divine;
He trod the way long years gone by,
He left us for a sign,-- [Chorus]
4 His footsteps marked in sinless blood,
He bids us follow on;
So falter not, we soon shall reach
The home where he has gone. [Chorus]
Source: The Little Sower for Sabbath Schools #73