A hill, a meadow, a mountain,
God made them all for me
to climb, to romp in, to look at–
how wonderful God must be!
He made the little flowers
that peep up through the earth.
He made the rocks and waterfalls–
how much my world is worth!
It’s rich in clover and daisies
that fragrant the meadow green
and boasts of stately maple trees
that shade the brook between.
Oh, how that God must love me
to give me this to behold!
I’d never trade my mountainside
for a city that’s filled with gold.