1 We speak of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair;
And oft are its glories confess’d;
But what must it be to be there?

Chorus:
What must it be to be there?
What must it be to be there?
If its wonders and pleasures can ne’er be told,
O what must it be to be there?

2 We speak of its pathway of gold,
Its walls deck’d with jewels most rare;
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there? [Chorus]

3 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? [Chorus]

4 Then let us ‘midst pleasure or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare;
And shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there. [Chorus]