The Hilltops

JENNIE BAIRD SCHOOLEY

Through the valleys of depression,
O'er the verdant plains of peace,
Love is leading us so gently
On to joys that never cease.

Clouds of fear and sin and sorrow
Truth's bright rays soon chase away,
As the shadows of the morning
Flee before the break of day.

Onward, upward, toward yon hilltops
Love is beckoning. Heed the call!
Linger not among the valleys;
Rise—and know that God is All.

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