See the Gold upon the Hills

See the gold up­on the hills

See the op­al in the sky;

Trembling dawn each val­ley fills

Christ’s own morn­ing draw­eth nigh.

His the king­dom

His the crown

His the ag­es yet to be;

All the lands of fair re­nown

And the is­lands of the sea.

All the hun­gers of the race

All the wounds from which men cry:

All are met in Je­sus’ grace;

He doth heal and sa­tis­fy.

None are strang­ers to His care

Royal gifts for all are free;

All man­kind His breth­ren are

And the world His Ga­li­lee.

Victor He

when con­quer­ors fail

King o’er all

when mon­archs die;

He shall through the earth pre­vail

Win the last long vic­to­ry.

His the gold up­on the hills

His the light across the sea;

His the pur­pose that ful­fills

His the day that is to be.