1 O the beautiful hills where the saints will rest,
When the Lord has made all things new;
Where we shall forget, in the smiles of God,
The toils we have journeyed through.
We have seen those hills in their brightness rise
By the eye of faith below,
And we’ve felt the thrill of immortal eyes
In the night of our darkest woe.
Then sin of the beautiful hills,
That rise from the ever-green shore;
O sing of the beautiful hills,
When the weary shall toil no more.
2 The cities of yore that were reared in crime,
And renowned by the praise of seers,
Went down in the tramp of old King Time,
To sleep with his gray-haired years;
But the beautiful hills rise bright and strong
Thro’ the smoke of old Time’s red wars,
As on that day when the first deep song
Rolled up from the morning stars. [Refrain]
3 We dream of rest on the beautiful hills,
Where the trav’ler shall thirst no more;
And we hear the hum of a thousand rills
That wander the green glens o’er.
We’ll grasp the hands of the martyred ones,
Who have braved the world’s rude strife,
And shout with them o’er the vict’ry gained,
And the crown of immortal life. [Refrain]
4 Our arms are weak, yet we would not fling
To our feet this load of ours;
The winds of spring to the valleys sing,
And the turf replies with flowers.
And thus we learn on our wintry way
That our Father rules as He wills;
And the breath of God on our souls shall play
Till we reach those radiant hills. [Refrain]
Display Title: The Beautiful HillsFirst Line: O the beautiful hills where the saints will restTune Title: [O the beautiful hills where the saints will rest]Author: J. G. C.Date: 1944Subject: The Homeland |