Hymns (1948), no. 337
O Happy Homes Among the Hills

1. O happy homes among the hills Where flow a thousand crystal rills, Surrounded by grand mountains high Whose snow-clad summits reach the sky; My heart enraptur’d with the sight Cries to the heavens with delight, God bless and guard our mountain home. God bless our mountain home. God bless and guard our mountain home. God bless our mountain home.

2. Fanned by the cool, soft mountain air, The valleys teem with beauties rare; And flowers deck the hills and plains, Refreshed by spring and autumn rains. Each nook contains a city fair, Filled with warm hearts who breathe a prayer, God bless and guard our mountain home. God bless our mountain home. God bless and guard our mountain home. God bless our mountain home.

3. May no intruding, hostile band E’er desecrate our beauteous land Nor war’s alarms disturb the rest And peace with which our homes are blest, While generations swell the throng Of happy hearts to sing the song, God bless and guard our mountain home. God bless our mountain home. God bless and guard our mountain home. God bless our mountain home.