1. Oh, the music rolling onward,
Through 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—
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 splendor
That I see but dimly now,
And behold the crown of jewels
That adorns my Savior’s brow,
Where eternal spring abideth,
And the sky no darkness fills—
How my grateful heart shall praise Him
On the everlasting hills.