High on the shores of Lake Huron
Perched like a dove on her nest
There’s a spot where you’ll find true contentment
A Place where the weary find rest.

I love to come back to Hermosa
Meet with old friends and the rest;
I love to come back to Hermosa
And know of God’s love at its best.

In the lodge I find precious memories,
Moments I’ve lived in the past,
When God placed His hand on my shoulder
And made His will known as I asked.

Vespers with the sun slowly sinking,
Turning the lake a deep red.
Tells of our Lord and His suffering,
Reminds of the blood that was shed.

Campfire with friends closely gathered
Brings joy that can only be known
By those who have met with a Saviour
And claimed Him, forever, their own.

The chapel, surrounded by cedars,
Reveals God’s work to our gaze;
With waves breaking in on the silence
A camper bows humbly and prays.

Here is the spirit of Hermosa
Where in the midst of the fun
Are moments of deep contemplation
And people in search of the One.

Won’t you please follow the pathway
That others before you have trod,
Come looking for games, fun and pleasure,
But first come searching for God.