We sing of the realms of the blest,
The home Jesus went to prepare
For all who His name now confess:
But what must it be to be there!
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 peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear;
The songs of the blessed above:
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!