1 We speak of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confessed,
But what must it be to be there!

2 We speak of its pathways of gold,
Its walls decked with jewels so rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there!

3 We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without and within,
But what must it be to be there!

4 We speak of its service of love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The Church of the first-born above,
But what must it be to be there!

5 Do Thou, Lord, 'mid sorrow and woe,
Still for heaven my spirit prepare,
And shortly I also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.

Amen.