UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,

UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill, And firm as mountains be, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest That leans, O Lord, on Thee.

Not walls nor hills could guard so well As those eternal arms of love That every saint surround.

Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, And lead them safely on To the bright gates of Paradise, Where Christ their Lord is gone.

But if we trace those crooked ways That the old serpent drew, The wrath that drove him first to hell Shall smite his followers too.