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!

To Be There, To Be There!
O What Must It Be To Be There!

We Speak Of Its Peace And Its Love,
The Robes Which The Glorified Wear,
The Songs Of The Blood-Washed Above;
But What Must It Be To Be There!

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!

Do Thou, Lord, In Pleasure Or Woe,
For Heaven Our Spirits Prepare;
Then Soon Shall We Joyfully Know
And Feel What It Is To Be There.