1 Beyond the hills where suns go down,
And brightly beckon as they go,
I see the land of great renown,
The land which I so soon shall know.
There’ll be resting by and by,
In that summerland of song;
Love will fill all hearts with joy,
Where you and I shall meet ere long.
2 Above the dissonance of team,
And discord of its angry words;
I hear the everlasting chime,
The music of unjarring chords. [Refrain]
3 I bid it welcome, and my haste
To join it cannot brook delay;
O song of morning, come at last!
And ye who sing it, come way! [Refrain]
4 O song of light, and dawn, and bliss,
Sound over earth and fill the skies!
Sound forth, nor ever, ever cease
The soul entrancing melodies! [Refrain]
Source: Gospel Herald in Song #156