Hills of the North, Rejoice

Hills of the North

re­joice;

River and mount­ain spring

Hark to the ad­vent voice;

Valley and low­land

sing;

Though ab­sent long

your Lord is nigh;

He judg­ment brings and vic­to­ry.

Isles of the south­ern seas

Deep in your cor­al caves

Pent be each war­ring breeze

Lulled be your rest­less waves:

He comes to reign with bound­less sway

And makes your wastes His great high­way.

Lands of the East

awake

Soon shall your sons be free;

The sleep of ag­es break

And rise to li­ber­ty.

On your far hills

long cold and gray

Has dawned the ev­er­last­ing day.

Shores of the ut­most West

Ye that have wait­ed long

Unvisited

un­blest

Break forth to swell­ing song;

High raise the note

that Je­sus died

Yet lives and reigns

the Cru­ci­fied.

Shout

while ye jour­ney home;

Songs be in ev­ery mouth;

Lo

from the North we come

From East

and West

and South.

City of God

the bond are free

We come to live and reign in thee!