O Beautiful hills of Galilee! Amid whose scenes the Saviour dwells, Your flow'rs that bloom so beautifully, Of heaven's lasting beauties tell. Refrain We're travelling home; one by one, Across death's river our friends are gone, And we are following, one by one. "Then, O poor soul, if you would be Thus clothed in robes as pure as they, Lay all else down, come follow me; My love shall last through endless day." My soul replies, "'T is not for me," With tears fast streaming from mine eyes; That voice still calls, "Come, follow me, We're going home beyond the skies. "I come you maladies to heal, I left my Father's home on high; His wondrous love I thus reveal And thus are trembling souls brought nigh. "I go away--I'll come again, My Holy Spirit hov'ring round, To show that for you I was slain, And guard you till the trump shall sound.