1 We sing of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair,
The glorious mansions of rest--
But what must it be to be there?
2 We tell of its service of love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The church of the first-born above--
But what must it be to be there?
3 We tell of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without nd within--
But what must it be to be there?
4 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure and woe,
Still for heaven our spirits prepare;
And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.
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| First Line: | We sing of the realms of the blest |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1987 |