I stood on a hill at daybreak and watched the rising sun.
I saw the night in its passing and the day that had just begun.
I stood on a hill at morning tide and watched the break of day.
I saw the stars in the heavens, as they faded slowly away.

I saw the sun in its splendor rise over the hazy mists,
I felt the warmth of its shining rays, as the earth it fondly kissed.
I saw the sheep and the shepherd rise from a night of repose.
I saw all the beauties of nature and the dew shine like pearls on the rose.

I saw the fields and the forest, I saw the river below,
I saw the ships in the harbor, and wondered wither they'd go,
I saw in the distance a city where slumbered the wicked and just.
Close by on the hillside a graveyard where soon must mingle their dust.

I saw the church in the valley where worshipped the old and the young.
And I heard the bells in their tow'r as a heavinly anthem they sang.
I listened again for the voices that rang in praise of our Lord,
The hilltops echoed the music with hosannas in sweetest accord.