Praise His Name (Crosby)

From the tow’r­ing hills that rise

Far be­yond the glow­ing skies

Hark! the ev­er­last­ing song

Like an ocean rolls along.

Day and night they shout and sing

Praise the Lord

our migh­ty king!

Tell His won­drous love with loud ac­claim

Hallelujah! praise His name!

There the saints of ev­ery time

Every na­tion

tongue and clime

Gather round their lov­ing Lord

More than con­querors thro’ His word.

They who on the field of life

Overcame thro’ toil and strife

By the tran­quil stream that flows

Rest in peace and calm re­pose.

Thro’ the fur­nace they who passed

Tried as gold and pure at last

Anchored now with­in the veil

Sing of faith that can­not fail.

When our march of life is o’er

When we wake to sleep no more

May we join that bliss­ful throng

There to learn their ho­ly song.