Songs

We speak of the realms of the blest

		
361
			8.8.8.8.Ref.

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 will it be to be there!

		But what, but what,
		But what must it be to be there!
		And oft are its glories confess’d;
		But 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!

3	We speak of its service of love,
	Of the robes which the glorified wear,
	The church of the First-born above;
	But what must it be to be there!

4	Do Thou, Lord, ‘midst pleasure or woe,
	For Heaven our spirits prepare;
	And shortly I also shall know,
	And feel, what it is to be there!

					E.Mills