THE BEAUTIFUL HILLS

James G. Clark wrote this hymn in 1885-1886, originally as "O the Beautiful Hills where the Saints will rest" Now commonly titled as "THE BEAUTIFUL HILLS". In addition to being a hymn writer, Clark was a well-known 19th-century American poet and singer associated with the ABOLITIONIST slave movement of the American slave trade. His version of the song is characterized by its focus on the "radiant hills" where the weary find rest after the "toil" of life. The hymn appeared in these notable collections: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book (1886): Listed as hymn #1366, attributed to "J. G. C." Hymns for Use in Divine Worship (1886): Listed as hymn #d816. Gospel Melodies and Evangelistic Hymns (1944): Continued to be used in mid-20th-century evangelistic services Words & Music : James G. Clark, 1885 Arrangement : E. L Pepet Keyboards : E. L Pepet Music Production : SUNO AI /E. L Pepet Artwork : E. L Pepet Lyrics : [Verse 1] O the beautiful hills where the saints will rest, When the Lord has made all things new; Where we shall forget, in the smiles of God, The toils we have journeyed through We have seen those hills in their brightness rise By the eye of faith below, And we’ve felt the thrill of immortal eyes In the night of our darkest woe [Chorus] Then sing of the beautiful hills, That rise from the ever-green shore (Evergreen shore) O sing of the beautiful hills, When the weary shall toil no more [Verse 2] The cities of yore that were reared in crime, And renowned by the praise of seers, Went down in the tramp of old King Time, To sleep with his gray-haired years But the beautiful hills rise bright and strong Thro’ the smoke of old Time’s red wars, As on that day when the first deep song Rolled up from the morning stars [Chorus] Then sing of the beautiful hills, That rise from the evergreen shore (Evergreen shore) O sing of the beautiful hills, When the weary shall toil no more [Verse 3] We dream of rest on the beautiful hills, Where the trav’ler shall thirst no more; And we hear the hum of a thousand rills That wander the green glens o’er We’ll grasp the hands of the martyred ones, Who have braved the world’s rude strife, And shout with them o’er the vict’ry gained, And the crown of immortal life [Chorus] Then sing of the beautiful hills, That rise from the evergreen shore (Evergreen shore) O sing of the beautiful hills, When the weary shall toil no more [Verse 4] Our arms are weak, yet we would not fling To our feet this load of ours; The winds of spring to the valleys sing, And the turf replies with flowers And thus we learn on our wintry way That our Father rules as He wills; And the breath of God on our souls shall play Till we reach those radiant hills [Chorus] Then sing of the beautiful hills, That rise from the evergreen shore (Evergreen shore) O sing of the beautiful hills, When the weary shall toil no more [Chorus] Then sing of the beautiful hills, That rise from the evergreen shore (Evergreen shore) O sing of the beautiful hills, When the weary shall toil no more [Chorus] Then sing of the beautiful hills, That rise from the evergreen shore (Evergreen shore) O sing of the beautiful hills, When the weary shall toil no more