We Speak of the Realms

Verse 1

We speak of the joys of the blest,
Of That country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confest;
But what must it be to be there?
We speak of its pathway of gold;
Of its walls deck'd with jewels so rare,
Of its wonders and pleasures untold
But what must it be to be there!

Verse 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!

Verse 2

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

Verse 2

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!

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Verse 3

Our mourning is all at an end,
When raised by the life-giving Lord,
And shortly I also shall know
And feel what it is to be there!

Verse 3

Do Thou, 'midst temptation or wo, Still
For heaven my Sprit prepare;
And shortly I also shall know
And feel what it is to be there!
Then o'er the bright fields we shall roam,
In glory celestial and fair,
With saints and with angels at home,
And Jesus himself will be there.

Verse 4

Do Thou, 'midst temptation and woe,
For heaven my spirit prepare;
Then shortly I also shall know
And feel what it is to be there!

Not in this version

Refrain

We speak of its pathway of gold,
Its walls decked with jewels so rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there!
We speak of its service of love,
Of the robes which the glorified wear,
Of the church of the firstborn above,
But what must it be to be there!