I praise you, Lord,
for ye though I walked through the Valley of Weeping,
there was peace knowing You were there, too.
My joy, though faint at times, was in You.
I walked bravely, following Your lead,
and just as if on the wings of an eagle,
You lifted me out of the Valley,
up onto Your place for me on Your mountain.
Oh, how beautiful was the view!
How I wish all could know the joy to be found in You.
Yes, Lord, I praise You, for mountains and valleys,
for in the valleys we walk most closely with You,
and on the mountains we see clearly the beauty in You.