Lofty Hills of Moab

From the lof­ty hills of Mo­ab

Where thy wea­ry feet shall stand

Thou shalt look across the Jor­dan

And be­hold the pro­mised land;

The land of milk and ho­ney

Fertile land of corn and wine

The land of springs and fount­ains

’Tis the land that shall be thine.

From the lof­ty hills of Mo­ab

Thou shalt view the pros­pect o’er

’Tis the land the Lord shall give thee

And ’tis thine for­ev­er­more;

And tho’ thy eyes be daz­zled

With the splen­dor of the sight

Thy heart shall turn with rap­ture

To the scene of pure de­light.

From the lof­ty hills of Mo­ab

It is sweet in­deed to rise

To the high­er land of promise

To the Ca­naan of the skies;

The land of heav­en­ly glo­ry

Land of beau­ty all di­vine

The land of ma­ny man­sions

That for­ev­er shall be thine.