The Beautiful Hills

Verse 1

I will look to the hills, to the beautiful hills, Where the pure living fountains are found, Whence my help cometh down in their life-giving rills, That with joy make the desert abound.

Chorus

O the beautiful, beautiful hills! O the beautiful, beautiful hills! My soul thrills with delight At the rapturous sight Of the beautiful glory-crowned hills.

Verse 2

On the ever green hills is the fair tree of life, With its balm for all sorrow and care; And its bowers are free from temptation and strife, For the angel of Peace dwelleth there.

Verse 3

The Great Shepherd of Israel a faithful watch keeps, That my foot be not moved from the way; I will trust, for my Lord neither slumbers nor sleeps, And the night is to him as the day.

Verse 4

The dark pathway he hallowed I will not despise, I will drink of the cup that he fills, And for joy in the darkness, will lift up mine eyes To the light of the beautiful hills.