Standing on the Hilltop

I have come thro’ sor­row’s val­ley

And thro’ sin’s dark­est night;

I am stand­ing on the hill­top look­ing home;

And my soul is full of glo­ry

For I’m liv­ing in the light

I am stand­ing on the hill­top look­ing home.

I am stand­ing on the hill­top look­ing home;

And I catch a glimpse of mi­na­ret and dome;

Hearing sweet ce­les­ti­al strains

Where my Lord in glo­ry reigns

I am stand­ing on the hill­top look­ing home.

My dear Sav­ior has gone ov­er

To pre­pare me a place;

I am stand­ing on the hill­top look­ing home;

In the glo­ry of His pre­sence

With my loved ones saved by grace

I am standing on the hill­top look­ing home.

I will lift mine eyes in glad­ness

To be­hold Heav­en’s land;

I am stand­ing on the hill­top look­ing home;

And my faith be­comes tri­umph­ant

For the vi­sion is so grand;

I am standing on the hill­top look­ing home.

O my bro­ther from the wil­der­ness

Look up and be­hold;

I am stand­ing on the hill­top look­ing home;

Now a man­sion bright

a great white throne

And streets of shin­ing gold

I am stand­ing on the hill­top look­ing home.