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,

Of its walls decked with jewels so rare,

Of 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 O Lord, in this valley of woe,

Our spirits for heaven prepare;

Then shortly we also shall know

And feel what it is to be there.