[Holy Week]: #8; Above the Hills of Time

Above the hills of time the Cross is gleaming,
  Fair as the sun when night has turned to day;
And from it love's pure light is richly streaming,
  To cleanse the heart and banish sin away.
To this dear Cross the eyes of men are turning
  To-day as in the ages lost to sight;
And for the love of Christ men's hearts are yearning
  As shipwrecked seamen yearn for morning light.

The Cross, O Christ, Thy wondrous love revealing,
  Awakes our hearts as with the light of morn,
And pardon o'er our sinful spirits stealing
  Tells us that we, in Thee, have been re-born.
Like echoes to sweet temple bells replying,
  Our hearts, O Lord, make answer to Thy love;
And we will love Thee with a love undying,
  Till we are gathered to Thy home above.

--Thomas Tiplady