The Beautiful Hills of Rest

Somewhere on the beau­ti­ful hills of rest

Far above earth­ly tri­al and care

We shall meet our king

And His prais­es we there shall sing

On the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful hills so fair.

On the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful hills of rest

There are man­sions pre­pared for you and me;

There’s no need of the stars by night

If our Sav­ior will be the light

Of the beau­ti­ful

beau­ti­ful hills of rest.

Somewhere on the beau­ti­ful hills of rest

Are the dear ones we loved and have lost;

We shall meet again

Free from sor­row and free from pain

And for­ev­er be num­bered with Heav’n’s bright host.

Somewhere on the beau­ti­ful hills of rest

Shall the songs we have long wished to know

Float upon the air

With their mu­sic so sweet and rare

Till with rap­ture and tri­umph our hearts o’er­flow.