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The Bright Hills of Glory
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(published by Horace Waters, N.Y., 1863)
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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.
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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:
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!
Chorus:
   
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