Hills of Home

The holy hills of heaven call me

to mansions bright across the sea,

Where loved ones wait

and crowns are given,

When the hills of home keep calling me.

This house of flesh is but a prison,

Bars of bones hold my soul,

But the doors of clay,

are gonna burst wide open,

When the angels set my spirit free.

I'll take my flight

like a mighty eagle,

When the hills of home start calling me.

I see loved ones over yonder,

The tears are gone

and hearts are free,

And from the throne

king Jesus beckons,

Oh the hills of home are calling me.

When the hills of home God's calling me

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