His hill is high and holy, firm and green
Who climbs to stand in such a holy place?
Who’s hearts are pure, who’s hands are spotless, clean?
Who seeks to know their God, to see his face?
His hill he first ascended when he rose
And those who follow one day too shall rise
With songs of joy, with poetry and prose
Hosanna! at the heart of all their cries.
They shall receive the blessing from the Lord
His righteousness, salvation by his grace
A fount on every blessed soul is poured
Who climbs to stand upon this holy place
This high and holy hill, both firm and green
Where every heart is pure and hand is clean.