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!
We
speaks of its pathway of gold--
Its
walls decked with jewels so rare,
Its
wonders and pleasure untold--
But
what must it be to be there!
2
We
speaks 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 it be to be there!
3
Our
mourning is all at an end,
When,
raised by the life giving word,
We
see the new city descend,
Adored
as a bride for her Lord;
The
city so holy and clean,
No
sorros can breathe in the air;
No
gloom of affliction or sin,
No
shadow of evil, is there.
4
Do
thou, midst temptation and woe,
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.