'Tis Morning on the Hill-tops.
Reading edition
I.
What though the valleys wander in shadows manifold? 'Tis morning on the hill-tops and all the skies are gold, And on the purple summits the raptures of the blest Are crooning their evangels and singing songs of rest!
II.
'Tis morning on the hill-tops? The darkness at the feet Shall blossom at the dawning with all the roses sweet, And every grief we gather and every tear we know Shall vanish into gladness as up the paths we go.
III.
'Tis morning on the hill-tops! The glories of His love With life and light supernal are waiting there above, And up the slopes of shadow our weary feet shall climb To kiss the smiles of rapture beyond the tears of time.
IV.
'Tis morning on the hill-tops! What matters sob or sin? The Master waits our coming and welcomes us within; And there beyond the shadows where gladness reigns alway We'll meet the hosts of morning, and dwell with them for aye.
V.
O, Morning on the Hill-tops! The dim eyes look to you, Beyond the darkened valleys and all the griefs they knew, And to the sunshine waiting in realms of rhapsody, The paths lead on and upward to where you wait for me!