sins remembered not

High on the mountain top,
I think about God's plan,
I think about the blood,
that was shed for every man,

High on the mountain top,
I pray for my own soul,
As i think of God's love,
I pray, that heaven is my goal,

High on the mountain top,
I hear the voice of God,
say think not of that blood,
and rest on heaven's sod,

For the blood has ever cleansed you,
So forgive yourself of sin,
For i remember not,
Come live with me again!