Between me and my Sav­ior
Three migh­ty mount­ains rose,
That all my way and ev­er
My com­ing did op­pose;
And dark­ness ga­thered round me,
The light was grow­ing dim,
Until my Sav­ior found me,
And now I rest in Him.

I wait­ed for a feel­ing,
Some new mys­ter­ious pow­er,
A heav­en­ly light re­veal­ing
My heart as ne’er be­fore;
The mount­ain dark and gloomy
Concealed a lov­ing Lord,
Until His voice came to me—
My child, be­lieve My Word.

I wait­ed for a fit­ness,
To pray would be a sin!
My past life bore the wit­ness
How vile my heart had been:
This mount­ain crushed my spir­it,
Till God de­liv­er­ance gave—
’Twas sin­ners with­out merit
That Je­sus came to save.

And then my fear of fail­ing
Of hopes in­dulged in vain,
Of ef­forts un­av­ail­ing
Eternal life to gain:
This mount­ain rose be­fore me,
I called for help di­vine;
Said Je­sus, Dost thou love Me?
Then rest thy life in Mine.