We speak of the land 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 ! . . . Oh, what must it be to be there ! . . . To be there 1 ... to be there ! . . Ohj what must it be to be there !
2. We speak of its pathways of gold, Its walls decked with jewels so rare, Its wonders and pleasures untold ; But what must it be to be there !
3. We speak of its peace and its love, The robes which the glorified wear, The songs of the blessed above ; But what must it be to be there !
4. 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 !
5. Do Thou, Lord, in pleasure or woe, For heaven our spirits prepare ; Then shortly we also shall know, And feel what it is to be there !