P We Speak Of The Realm Of The Bless,

We speak of the realm of the bless,
That country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confest,
But what must it be to be there.

Alexander Badenoch

From the hymn 'The Realms of the Blest', by Elizabeth Mills
The first verse:
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!

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!
Refrain:
To be there, to be there!
O what must it be to be there!
2 We speak of its peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The songs of the blood-washed above;
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 Do thou, Lord, in pleasure or woe,
For Heaven our spirits prepare;
Then soon shall we joyfully know
And feel what it is to be there.