Evergreen Mountains

There’s a land far away

’Mid the stars

we are told

Where they know not the sor­rows of time;

Where the pure wa­ters wan­der

Thru val­leys of gold

And where life is a trea­sure sub­lime.

’Tis the land of our God—’tis

The home of the soul

Where the ag­es of splen­dor

Eternally roll;

Where the way-wea­ry tra­vel­er

Reaches his goal

On the ev­er­green mount­ains of life.

Here our gaze can not soar

To that beau­ti­ful land

But our vi­sions have told of its bliss

And our souls by the breeze from

Its gar­dens are fanned

When we faint in the de­serts of this;

And we som­etimes have longed for

The ho­ly re­pose

When our spir­its were torn with

Temptation and woes

And we’ve drunk from the tide of the

River that flows

From the ev­er­green mount­ains of life.

O the stars nev­er tread

The blue heav­ens by night

But we think where the ran­somed have trod.

And the day nev­er smiles from

His pal­ace of light

But we feel the bright smiles of our God.

We are tra­vel­ing home­ward

Thru chang­es and gloom

To a king­dom where plea­sures

Unchangingly bloom;

And our guide is the glo­ry that

Shines thro’ the tomb

From the ev­er­green mount­ains of life.