1 We sing of the joys that await us,
When victors thro’ Jesus we stand
Arrayed in the beautiful garments
Laid up in Immanuel’s land;
But oh, if our eyes could be opened,
That land for a moment to see,
Our souls would be lost in its brightness,
And long from this world to be free.

Refrain:
Nearer, yes, nearer we come,
Nearer the realms of day;
The clouds that hung darkly around us
Are breaking forever away.

2 We sing of the harps that are swelling
The praise of our Saviour above,
And numberless millions in chorus
Repeating his wonderful love;
But oh, if one chord of their music
Could burst on us here as we roam,
Our souls in the fulness of rapture
Would long for the glory of home. [Refrain]

3 We sing of the friends that are waiting
And watching the sound of the oar
When anchors our boat in the harbor
Where sorrow and tears are no more;
But oh, when we step from our moorings,
And gaze on that region so fair,
We’ll shout “hallelujah to Jesus,”
Who brought us so tenderly there. [Refrain]

Source: Showers of Blessing #58