Beautiful Valley

There’s a beau­ti­ful val­ley brought to view

From the place here my feet have trod

With a crys­tal riv­er pass­ing through

That flows from the throne of God.

On ei­ther side of this love­ly vale

Is the tree of life so fair

Whose leaves and fruits with the sun’s soft beams

Breathe health on the bal­my air.

O beau­ti­ful val­ley

love­ly val­ley

As sung by the seer of old

And its won­der­ful ci­ty! love­ly ci­ty

With streets of bur­nished gold.

This beau­ti­ful val­ley

clad in green

As the bards ere wont to tell

Is the love­li­est spot that eye hath seen

Where the meek and the low­ly dwell;

The storms of an­ger and pride that break

On the sides of the hills ab­ove

When fierce winds war and mount­ains shake

Come not to this vale of love.

This beau­ti­ful vale is the home of peace

’Tis Ema­nu­el’s land most fair

Where doubts

and fears

and dis­cords cease

For the spir­it of love is there;

And vi­sions bright of a love­li­er clime

Cheer the humb­le dwell­ers there

And an­gel voic­es whis­per

Come

O come to the vale most fair.

’Tis here we’ll dwell

in this love­ly vale

While our forms are grow­ing old

And when our mor­tal life shall fail

And in death our hands we fold

We’ll meek­ly tread the low­ly path

That the great Re­deem­er trod

And live with Him in our home ab­ove

In the ci­ty of our God.