1 Morn amid the mountains--
Lovely solitude--
Gushing streams and fountains--
Murmur, God is good.
God is good.

2 Now the glad sun breaking,
Pouring a golden flood;
Deepest vales awaking,
Echo, God is good,
God is good.

3 Round yon pine-clad mountain,
Flows a golden flood;
Hear the sparkling fountain
Whisper, God is good.

4 See the streamlet, bounding
Through the vale and wood;
Hear its ripples sounding,
Tell that God is good.