Oh, the music rolling onward, Thro' the boundless regions bright, Where the King in all His beauty Is the glory and the light ! Where the sunshine of His presence Every wave of sorrow stills, And the bells of joy are ringing On the everlasting hills.
2. Oh, the music rolling onward Like a mighty ocean tide â Oft I seem to hear its echoes, While to earth they softly glide ! And there comes to me a vision, That my soul with rapture thrills, For I stand by faith uplifted On the everlasting hills.
3. When I wake amid the splendour That I see but dimly now, And behold the crown of jewels That adorns my Saviour's brow, Where eternal spring abideth. And the sky no darkness fills â How my grateful heart shall praise Him On the everlasting hills.