THE HOLY HILLS OF HEAVEN

The Holy hills of heaven call me, 
To mansions bright across the sea,
Where loved ones wait
and crowns are given,
And the hills of home
keep calling me.

CHORUS
This house of flesh is but a prison,
Bars of bones hold my soul
But the doors of clay
One day will burst wide open
When the angel sets my spirit free
I\'ll take my flight,
like a mighty eagle
For the hills of home keep
calling me.

I see loved ones over yonder,
Their tears are gone and their
hearts are free
And from the throne, my Saviour
beckons
And the hills of home keep calling
me.