Dark is the valley That lies o=er hills and plains.
Its memory darkens The one o=er whom it reigns.
Deep is the valley Where dread and fear abound,
This is the valley Where screams and cries are found.

And in this valley Men of sin are wont to stay,
For to this valley They sank so far away.
That lonesome valley Where no friends are near;
Inside that valley No escape from lonely fear.

From that valley The saints have turned away
By God=s grace Safe from it they stay.
To a mountain One day they will arrive
From death taken And made to be alive.

In that mountain A Savior waits to greet
Each waiting saint Who stands upon his feet
Looking at Him With expectant voices cheer
And shout aloud The joys of being here.

Alas! My friend The valley waits for you
Who do not turn And trust the One who= s true
As you faint From every doubt and fear,
Rise and stand Believing He is near.

Trust His blood And all His work divine.
Hear His words ADear sinner, come and dine.@
In that valley The Devil= s hand will stay,
From that valley You=ll come without delay.

In the mountain You will forever dwell,
And you will know Your soul is saved from Hell.
Oh the mountain That drips with honey sweet!
Your home forever To bow at Jesus= feet.