by Mary Ann Kidder (1820 - 1905)
The bright hills of Glory
Language: English
To the fair shores of Eden, My soul longs to fly; And to drink from the fountain That never runs dry; Where the angels are singing The same precious story; That ever resound Through the bright hills of glory. Chorus: O take me my Saviour, To join the happy song, In the bright hills of glory, Where the angels belong, bright hills of glory Where angles belong. Oh! what visions of beauty Will burst on my sight; As I enter the mansions Of heavenly delight; How the loved ones will greet me From life's troubled story, And will welcome me home To the bright hills of glory! Pray tell me ye watchmen Who stand at the gate How long must I linger In sorrow--and wait? When I hear the sweet angels Rehearsing the story, And my spirit is longing For the bright hills of glory!
Authorship:
- by Mary Ann Kidder (1820 - 1905) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "The bright hills of Glory", published 1863. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-25
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Word count: 145