The Bright Hills of Glory

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Melody - Stephen Foster, 1863; Seq. by Werner Tomaschewski
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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
Who stand at the gate,
How long must I linger
In sorrow - and wait?
When I hear the sweet angels
Rehearsing the story,
And my spirit is longing
For the bright hills of glory!
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