1 I’m standing on the mountain,
On Pisgah’s glorious height!
I’m drinking at the fountain
Of heaven’s pure delight!
This fountain so refreshing,
Exhaustless, pure, and free,
Is flowing rich in blessing,
For you as well as me.

Chorus:
I’m drinking, I’m drinking,
I’m drinking at the fountain;
It flows for you, it flows for me;
It flows for you and me.

2 On these blest heights of Zion,
The sky is ever clear;
No ravenous, prowling lion,
Nor aught to harm, is here;
The birds are always singing,
And balmy is the air;
Celestial music ringing,
And scenes divinely fair. [Chorus]

3 Here lovely, fragrant flowers
Are blooming all around,
And charming groves and bowers,
And luscious fruits abound.
O, this is near the haven
Of purest joys above!
For richest bliss is given,
And all the air is love! [Chorus]