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Beyond the Hills

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 1, 1878

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 52, No. 6.

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Beyond the Hills.

By Bonar

Beyond the hills, where suns go down, And brightly beckon as they go, I see the land of fair renown— The land which I so soon shall know.
Above the dissonance of time, And discord of its angry words, I hear the everlasting chime— The music of unjarring chords.
I bid it welcome, and my haste To join it cannot brook delay; O song of morning, come at last, And ye who sing it, come away!
O song of light and dawn of bliss, Sound over earth and fill these skies! Nor ever, ever, ever cease Thy soul-entrancing melodies!
Glad song of this disburdened earth, Which holy voices then shall sing; Praise for creation's second birth, And glory to creation's King!
—Bonar.