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!
2 We speak of its pathways of gold,
Its walls decked with jewels so rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there!
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!
4 We speak 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!
5 Do Thou, Lord, 'mid sorrow and woe,
Still for heaven my spirit prepare,
And shortly I also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.
Amen.
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First Line: | We speak of the realms of the blest |
Title: | We Speak of the Realms of the Blest |
Author: | Elizabeth K. Mills |
Publication Date: | 1937 |