Boys of the Hills

Boys of the hills grow larger views.
For are the hills not high?
And does not climbing exercise
The will of those who try?

The highest peak is first to
see The glory of the dawn,
And that same peak can see the sun
When others think it’s gone.

Up to the hills he lifts his eyes;
From whence shall come his aid?
His safety cometh from the Lord,
Who heaven and earth hath made.

And thus the little Son of God,
In Galilee’s green hills,
Soon learned to trust
God’s staff and rod
To keep him from all ills.

O Nazareth, thy very streets
Should shout aloud for joy,
For they did feel the happy feet
Of God’s own little boy.