410. WE SPEAK OF THE REALMS OF THE BLEST

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WE speak of the realms of the blest
Of that country so bright and so fair
And oft are its glories confess'd
But what must it be to be there

We speak of its pathway of gold
Of its walls deck'd with jewels most rare
Its wonders and pleasures untold
But what must it be to be there.

We speak if its freedom from sin
From sorrow, temptation, and care
From trials without and within
But what must it be to be there.

We speak of its anthems of praise
With which we can never compare
The sweetest on earth we can raise
But what must it be to be there.

We speak of its service of love
Of the robes which the gloried wear
The church of the First Born above
But what must it be to be there.

Do thou, Lord midst pleasure or woe
Still for heaven our spirit prepare
And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.