The Everlasting Hills

Oh

the mu­sic roll­ing on­ward

Through the bound­less re­gions bright

Where the King in all His beau­ty

Is the glo­ry and the light!

Where the sun­shine of His pre­sence

Every wave of sor­row stills

And the bells of joy are ring­ing

On the ev­er­last­ing hills.

Oh

the mu­sic roll­ing on­ward

Like a migh­ty ocean tide—

Oft I seem to hear its ech­oes

While to earth they soft­ly glide!

And there comes to me a vi­sion

That my soul with rap­ture thrills

For I stand by faith up­lift­ed

On the ev­er­last­ing hills.

When I wake amid the splen­dor

That I see but dim­ly now

And be­hold the crown of jew­els

That adorns my Sav­ior’s brow

Where eter­nal spring abid­eth

And the sky no dark­ness fills—

How my grate­ful heart shall praise Him

On the ev­er­last­ing hills.