434   We Speak of the Realms




[1]
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 speak of its pathway of gold;
Its walls decked with jewels so rare
Its wonders and pleasures untold;
But what must it be to be there!

[2]
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!
We speak of its service of love
Of the robes which the glorified wear
Of the church of the Firstborn above;
But what must 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
Adorned as a bride for her Lord;
The city so holy and clean
No sorrow 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.