The Everlasting Hills

Verse 1

Oh, the music rolling onward, Through the boundless regions bright, Where the King in all His beauty Is the glory and the light! Where the sunshine of His presence Every wave of sorrow stills, And the bells of joy are ringing On the everlasting hills.

Verse 2

Oh, the music rolling onward Like a mighty ocean tide— Oft I seem to hear its echoes, While to earth they softly glide! And there comes to me a vision That my soul with rapture thrills, For I stand by faith uplifted On the everlasting hills.

Verse 3

When I wake amid the splendor That I see but dimly now, And behold the crown of jewels That adorns my Savior’s brow, Where eternal spring abideth, And the sky no darkness fills— How my grateful heart shall praise Him On the everlasting hills.