We speak of the realms of the blest

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

2We 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!

3Our sorrows is all at an end, When, raised by the life-giving word, We are by our new life descended, Adorned as a bride for her Lord; The city so holy and clean, No sorrow can breathe in the air; No gloom of affliction or sin, No shadow of evil is there.

4Do thou, amidst temptation and woe, Still hope for Heaven my spirit 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.