Above the Hills of Time

Above the hills of time the cross is gleam­ing

Fair as the sun when night has turned to day;

And from it love’s pure light is rich­ly stream­ing

To cleanse the heart and ban­ish sin away.

To this dear cross the eyes of men are turn­ing

Today as in the ag­es lost to sight;

And so for Thee

O Christ

men’s hearts are yearn­ing

As ship­wrecked sea­men yearn for morn­ing light.

The cross

O Christ

Thy won­drous love re­veal­ing

Awakes our hearts as with the light of morn

And par­don o’er our sin­ful spir­its steal­ing

Tells us that we

in Thee

have been re­born.

Like ech­oes to sweet tem­ple bells re­ply­ing

Our hearts

O Lord

make an­swer to Thy love;

And we will love Thee with a love un­dy­ing

Till we are ga­thered to Thy home ab­ove.