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!

Refrain:
Oh, what must it be,
Oh, what must it be,
Oh, 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! [Refrain]

3 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! [Refrain]