Beyond the Hills (Bonar)

Above the fear­ful wrecks of time

And dis­cord of its an­gry words

I hear the ev­er­last­ing chime

The mu­sic of un­jar­ring chords.

Dear land

sweet land of song

Where dwell the blood-washed throng;

Dear land be­yond

to which I go

That land of bliss I soon shall know.

O song of light and dawn of bliss

Sound ov­er earth and fill these skies

Nor ev­er

ev­er

ev­er cease

Thy soul en­tranc­ing me­lo­dies.

Glad song of this dis­bur­dened earth

Which ho­ly voic­es then shall sing

Praise for cre­ation’s se­cond birth

And glo­ry to cre­ation’s king.