The Lord of these hills is king of the plains, too, and he rules the
starry blue.
He is coming to earth with the children of men to reign the ages
through.
Over the hills of silvered blue, over the fields of gold and gray.
The angels shall march in songs of high praise, through the great
white way.
When the forests and the orchards are all prepared, and the flowers
are in full bloom
There will be no time for the shadows of doubt, we praise in eternal
noon.
The children shall sing on the mountain high; the aged shall pray in
the plains.
While Jesus, with his high spirit of power, over the hosts shall
reign.
The thistle and the thorns and the weeds shall bear its foods of a
valiant worth.
There shall be no hunger or tears of the poor, for the Lord he feeds
the whole earth.
We will plant the rose on the mountain high, the lily in the plain,
In songs with flowers we will greet our king, when he with the saints
shall come to earth to reign.
The oak and the chestnut and the pine shall bloom, filling the world
with light.
Mosier Alleuher's great son has banished sin's long dark night.
Or if this mortal shall fade or the bones be laid in the clay,
This spirit shall fly away on the wings of his power, to the realms of
that blessed day.
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