1 O the Beautiful Hills of the By-and-By!
Thro’ faith I can trace their forms,
As they rest in the glow of that fadeless sky,
Unswept by earth’s chilling storms;
There the river of life floweth on so bright,
The beautiful Hills between;
And the saints all in white, with their crowns of light,
On the evergreen shores are seen.
O the Hills, the Hills, the Beautiful Hills,
Where the feet of the ransomed tread!
May I breathe the perfume in that land of bloom,
When time and its cares have fled.
2 On the Beautiful Hills of the By-and-By
Are friends I have lov’d so long;
And I fancy at times they are hov’ring nigh,
And singing redemption’s song;
Then my love flames anew, and my hopes grow bright,
And joy all my being thrills,
As I journey along thro’ the world’s dark night,
In the light from the Beautiful Hills. [Chorus]
3 O the Beautiful Hills of the By-and-By!
No valley of death between;
It is there that no tear ever dims the eye
That feasts on the rapturous scene;
And they need not the sun in that blissful clime;
The Lamb with His glory fills
All the mansions above, in that home of love,
On the Beautiful, Beautiful Hills. [Chorus]