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Beautiful Hills of Galilee/O Beautiful Hills of Galilee
Tradtional, Old-Time Primitive Baptist Gospel; Hazel Dickens (Goble No. 281)
ARTIST: From Hazel Dickens found in Old-Time Primitive Baptist Gospel Songbook; Goble No. 281
"O beautiful hills of Galilee" (TB Ausmus, Goble no. 281) with a variant of the
tune "Pisgah" as sung by the congregation of Antioch Primitive Baptist Church 1982
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CATEGORY: Traditional and Public Domain Gospel
DATE: 1900s; [possibly 1800s]
RECORDING INFO: Beautiful Hills of Galilee
Dickens, Hazel. Hard Hitting Songs for Hard Hit People, Rounder 0126, LP (1980), trk# 10
Primitive Baptist hymn- Goble 281
OTHER NAMES: "O Beautiful Hills of Galilee"
SOURCES: Google Online Book
NOTES: "Beautiful Hills of Galilee" is from Hazel Dickens, "Hard Hitting Songs for Hard Hit People," Rounder 0126, LP (1980), trk# 10 It was popular in the Appalachian Primitive Baptist church books. It's listed as Goble 281. Also titled "O Beautiful Hills of Galilee," the melody is a variant of the tune "Pisgah" as sung by the congregation of Antioch Primitive Baptist Church 1982.
BEAUTIFUL HILLS OF GALILEE- Hazel Dickens 1980
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, "'Tis 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.
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