1 When my soul is oppress’d,
When my heart is distress’d,
With its weight of life’s burdens and ills,—
I will lift up mine eyes
Unto that paradise
On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

Refrain:
On the hills, beautiful hills,
I will lift up mine eyes to the hills;
I shall join in the song
With that glorified throng
On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

2 That fair city of God,
Mortal never hath trod,
There the cold wind of death never chills;
There no fears can appall,
There no tears ever fall,
On the beautiful, beautiful hills. [Refrain]

3 There the angels of light
Praise the Lord day and night,
Heaven’s courts with their melody thrills;
While there rolls a new song
By that great blood-wash’d throng,
On the beautiful, beautiful hills. [Refrain]

4 Where my dear ones await,
Just inside the pearl gate,
I shall go when my dear Father wills;
Then what joy there will be,
When each other we see,
On the beautiful, beautiful hills. [Refrain]

5 There they never have night,
For the Lamb is the light,—
All the land with his gory he fills;
Soon he’ll call me to come,
And with him rest at home,
On the beautiful, beautiful hills. [Refrain]