Go tell it on the mountaintops    That I'm alive       Go listen to the children cry    And let them know    That dark and night are not their masters       Between you you'll know all the things    That I never said out loud    Don't walk away from the crowd       Go tell them that it's cold outside    And I won't thrive there       And I'm getting tired of hiding My face    From your disgrace    Although you think that you've disguised it       And when you get too tired of waiting    To picture My face in the clouds       Look around       I know it won't be sown the way    You want it to be    I will make it grow with or without you       You'll pray, I'll wait    You may fall down a time or two       Go tell it in the valleys low    That I'm alive    Go listen to the men that sigh    And let them know that dark and night    Are not their masters       And when you get too tired of waiting    To picture My face in the clouds       Look around