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.

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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.

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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.

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