The Bright Hills of Glory |
Mrs. Mary Ann Kidder, 1863
To the fair shores of Eden, My soul longs to fly; And to drink from the fountain That never runs dry; Where the angles are singing The same precious story; That will ever resound Through the bright hills of glory Chorus: O take me my Saviour, To join the happy song, In the bright hills of glory, Where the angels belong, O take me my Saviour, To join the happy song, In the bright hills of glory, Where the angels belong. | Oh! what visions of beauty Will burst on my sight; As I enter the mansions Of heavently delight; How the loved ones will greet me From life's troubled story, And will welcome me home To the bright hills of glory! Chorus:
3. Pray tell me ye watchman |