The Beautiful, Beautiful Hills

Verse 1

When my soul is oppress’d, When my heart is distress’d, With its weight of life’s burdens and ills,— I will lift up mine eyes Unto that paradise On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

Chorus

On the hills, beautiful hills, I will lift up mine eyes to the hills; I shall join in the song With that glorified throng On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

Verse 2

That fair city of God, Mortal never hath trod, There the cold wind of death never chills; There no fears can appall, There no tears ever fall, On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

Verse 3

There the angels of light Praise the Lord day and night, Heaven’s courts with their melody thrills; While there rolls a new song By that great blood-wash’d throng, On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

Verse 4

Where my dear ones await, Just inside the pearl gate, I shall go when my dear Father wills; Then what joy there will be, When each other we see, On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

Verse 5

There they never have night, For the Lamb is the light,— All the land with his gory he fills; Soon he’ll call me to come, And with him rest at home, On the beautiful, beautiful hills.