Beautiful valley of Eden ! Sweet is thy noontide calm , Over the hearts of the weary, Breathing thy waves of balm.
Beautiful valley of Eden ! Home of the pure and blest, . . How often, amid the wild billows, I dream of thy rest â sweet rest !
2. Over the heart of the mourner Shineth thy golden day, Wafting the songs of the angels Down from the far-away.
3. There is the home of my Saviour, There, with the blood-washed throng, Over the highlands of glory Rolleth the great new song.