Upon the earth, sin-blighted,

Are many beauty spots,

Wherein the eye, delighted,

May read her Maker’s thoughts.

Above today’s keen sorrow

We catch a song of hope,

A promise for tomorrow,

That bids the soul look up—

Up to the hills of glory,

Where sin shall never come—

The land of song and story,

The saints’ eternal home.

There blossoms never wither,

And joys shall never cease;

Oh, let our steps bend thither,

Along the paths of peace!

Beside the happy waters,

The river, calm and broad,

Shall Zion’s sons and daughters

Forever dwell with God.