Hills of the North, rejoice
River and mountain spring,
Hark to the advent voice
Valley and lowland, sing
Though absent long, your Lord is nigh
He judgment brings and victory.
Isles of the southern seas,
Deep in your coral caves
Pent be each warring breeze,
Lulled be your restless waves:
He comes to reign with boundless sway,
And makes your wastes His great highway.
Lands of the East, awake,
Soon shall your sons be free
The sleep of ages break,
And rise to liberty.
On your far hills, long cold and gray,
Has dawned the everlasting day.
Shores of the utmost West,
Ye that have waited long,
Unvisited, unblest,
Break forth to swelling song
High raise the note, that Jesus died,
Yet lives and reigns, the Crucified.
Shout, while ye journey home
Songs be in every mouth
Lo, from the North we come,
From East, and West, and South.
City of God, the bond are free,
We come to live and reign in thee!
Words: Charles E Oakley. Tune: Martin F Shaw © J Curwen & Sons, William Elken Music
Celtic Vision - Hills of the North Rejoice Lyrics
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Hills of the North, rejoice
River and mountain spring,
Hark to the advent voice
Valley and lowland, sing
Though absent long, your Lord is nigh
He judgment brings and victory.
Isles of the southern seas,
Deep in your coral caves
Pent be each warring breeze,
Lulled be your restless waves:
He comes to reign with boundless sway,
And makes your wastes His great highway.
Lands of the East, awake,
Soon shall your sons be free
The sleep of ages break,
And rise to liberty.
On your far hills, long cold and gray,
Has dawned the everlasting day.
Shores of the utmost West,
Ye that have waited long,
Unvisited, unblest,
Break forth to swelling song
High raise the note, that Jesus died,
Yet lives and reigns, the Crucified.
Shout, while ye journey home
Songs be in every mouth
Lo, from the North we come,
From East, and West, and South.
City of God, the bond are free,
We come to live and reign in thee!
Words: Charles E Oakley. Tune: Martin F Shaw © J Curwen & Sons, William Elken Music
River and mountain spring,
Hark to the advent voice
Valley and lowland, sing
Though absent long, your Lord is nigh
He judgment brings and victory.
Isles of the southern seas,
Deep in your coral caves
Pent be each warring breeze,
Lulled be your restless waves:
He comes to reign with boundless sway,
And makes your wastes His great highway.
Lands of the East, awake,
Soon shall your sons be free
The sleep of ages break,
And rise to liberty.
On your far hills, long cold and gray,
Has dawned the everlasting day.
Shores of the utmost West,
Ye that have waited long,
Unvisited, unblest,
Break forth to swelling song
High raise the note, that Jesus died,
Yet lives and reigns, the Crucified.
Shout, while ye journey home
Songs be in every mouth
Lo, from the North we come,
From East, and West, and South.
City of God, the bond are free,
We come to live and reign in thee!
Words: Charles E Oakley. Tune: Martin F Shaw © J Curwen & Sons, William Elken Music
Writer: Charles Oakley, G Cassler, Martin Shaw
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