1 Lift thine eyes unto the hills,
Thou in sadness weeping;
There a joyous murmur thrills
From the angels reaping.

Refrain:
Death is but the morning mist,
Christian, rising o'er thee;
Past the hills of amethyst
Shines the day of glory.

2 Dost thou miss the golden grain,
Snowy buds immortal?
Wouldst thou have them back again?
Look at heaven's portal. [Refrain]

3 Lift thy tearful eyes in trust,
Christ, thy treasure keeping,
He who measures earthly dust,
Human teardrops weeping. [Refrain]

4 Dost thou fear the open grave,
Fear Death's narrow prison?
Jesus died the lost to save,
Jesus has arisen. [Refrain]

5 Dark and chill the night may be,
Just before the dawning,
Jesus will keep watch with thee,
Jesus brings the morning. [Refrain]