Verse 1
We speak of the realms of the Blest,
Of that country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confessed;
But what must it be to be there?

Verse 2
We speak of its pathways of gold,
Of its walls decked with jewels most rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold;
But what must it be to be there?

Verse 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?

Verse 4
We speak of its anthems of praise,
With which we can never compare
The sweetest on earth we can raise;
But what must it be to be there?

verse 5
We speak of its service of love,
Of the robes which the glorified wear,
The church of the First-born above;
But what must it be to be there?

verse 6
Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure of woe,
Still for Heaven our spirits prepare;
And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.