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O Beautiful hills of Galilee!
Amid whose scenes the Saviour dwells,
Your flow'rs that bloom so beautifully,
Of heaven's lasting beauties tell.
We're travelling home; one by one,
Across death's river our friends are gone,
And we are following, one by one.
"Then, O poor soul, if you would be
Thus clothed in robes as pure as they,
Lay all else down, come follow me;
My love shall last through endless day."
We're travelling home; one by one,
Across death's river our friends are gone,
And we are following, one by one.
My soul replies, "'T is not for me,"
With tears fast streaming from mine eyes;
That voice still calls, "Come, follow me,
We're going home beyond the skies.
We're travelling home; one by one,
Across death's river our friends are gone,
And we are following, one by one.
"I come you maladies to heal,
I left my Father's home on high;
His wondrous love I thus reveal
And thus are trembling souls brought nigh.
We're travelling home; one by one,
Across death's river our friends are gone,
And we are following, one by one.
"I go away--I'll come again,
My Holy Spirit hov'ring round,
To show that for you I was slain,
And guard you till the trump shall sound.
We're travelling home; one by one,
Across death's river our friends are gone,
And we are following, one by one.
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