Those folks who say that God is dead Must see through vision dim By vain desires and worldly sin And God is dead to them But my eyes searched as did my soul Till I could plainly see His crowning glory all around No God's not dead to me Chorus: He lives in purple mountain tops In valleys so serene I hear him in a robin's song And in a rippling stream He lives in great majestic pines That reach the clouds above He's in the smile of a little child Oh truly God is love The beauty of a blushing rose His gracious touch has shown And by his hand the velvet shy With tiny gems was strewn A thousand ways his magic touch Displays his works of art He has a dwelling place with me He lives within my heart Chorus He lives in purple mountain tops In valleys so serene I hear him in a robin's song And in a rippling stream He lives in great majestic pines That reach the clouds above He's in the smile of a little child Oh truly God is love Those folks who say that God is dead Must see through vision dim By vain desires and worldly sin And God is dead to them But my eyes searched as did my soul Till I could plainly see His crowning glory all around No God's not dead to me Chorus: He lives in purple mountain tops In valleys so serene I hear him in a robin's song And in a rippling stream He lives in great majestic pines That reach the clouds above He's in the smile of a little child Oh truly God is love The beauty of a blushing rose His gracious touch has shown And by his hand the velvet shy With tiny gems was strewn A thousand ways his magic touch Displays his works of art He has a dwelling place with me He lives within my heart Chorus He lives in purple mountain tops In valleys so serene I hear him in a robin's song And in a rippling stream He lives in great majestic pines That reach the clouds above He's in the smile of a little child Oh truly God is love