ABOVE THE HILLS OF TIME

Thomas Tiplady

Above the hills of time the Cross is gleaming

Fair as the sun when night has turned to day

And from it love’s pure light is richly streaming

To cleanse the heart and banish sin away

To this dear Cross, the eyes of men are turning

Today as in the ages lost to sight

And for Thee, o Christ, men’s hearts are yearning

As shipwrecked seamen yearn for morning light

 

The Cross, o Christ, Thy wondrous love revealing

Awakes our hearts as with the light of morn

And pardon o’er our sinful spirits stealing

Tells us that we, in Thee, have been reborn

Like echoes to sweet temple bells replying

Our hearts, o Lord, make answer to Thy love

And we will love Thee with a love undying

Till we are gathered to Thy home above