453   We Have Heard




[1]
We have heard from the bright the holy land;
We have heard and our hearts are glad;
For we were a lonely pilgrim band
And weary and worn and sad.
They tell us the saints have a dwelling there;
No longer are homeless ones;
And we know that the goodly land is fair
Where life s pure river runs.

[2]
They say green fields are waving there
That never a blight shall know;
And the deserts wild are blooming fair
And the roses of Sharon grow.
There are lovely birds in the bowers green
Their songs are blithe and sweet;
And their warblings gushing ever new
The angels harpings greet.

[3]
We have heard of the palms the robes the crowns
And the silvery band in white;
Of the city fair with pearly gates
All radiant with light.
We have heard of the angels there and saints
With their harps of gold how they sing;
Of the mount with the fruitful tree of life
Of the leaves that healing bring.

[4]
The King of that country He is fair
He s the joy and light of the place;
In His beauty we shall behold Him there
And bask in His smiling face.
We ll be there we ll be there in a little while
We ll join the pure and the blest;
We ll have the palm the robe the crown
And forever be at rest.