When My Soul Is Oppressed


When my soul is oppress’d,
When my heart is distress’d,
With its weight of life’s burdens and ills,-
I will lift up mine eyes
Unto that paradise
On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

Refrain:
On the hills, beautiful hills,
I will lift up mine eyes to the hills;
I shall join in the song
With that glorified throng
On the beautiful, beautiful hills.

That fair city of God,
Mortal never hath trod,
There the cold wind of death never chills;
There no fears can appall,
There no tears ever fall,
On the beautiful, beautiful hills. [Refrain]

There the angels of light
Praise the Lord day and night,
Heaven’s courts with their melody thrills;
While there rolls a new song
By that great blood-wash’d throng,
On the beautiful, beautiful hills. [Refrain]

Where my dear ones await,
Just inside the pearl gate,
I shall go when my dear Father wills;
Then what joy there will be,
When each other we see,
On the beautiful, beautiful hills. [Refrain]

There they never have night,
For the Lamb is the light,-
All the land with his gory he fills;
Soon he’ll call me to come,
And with him rest at home,
On the beautiful, beautiful hills. [Refrain]