Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #725: We Speak Of The Realms Of The Blest

Hymn #724 Hymn #726

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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725 (P.M.) Elizabeth Mills

We speak of the realms of the blest,

Of that country so bright and so fair,

And oft are its glories confessed,

But what must it be to be there?

We speak of the pathway of gold,

Of its walls decked with jewels so rare,

Of its wonders and pleasures untold,

But what must it be to be there?

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?

We speak of the service of love,

Of the robes which the glorified wear,

Of the church of the First-born above,

But what must it be to be there?

Dear Lord, amid sorrow and woe,

My spirit for heaven prepare,

That shortly I, also, may know

And feel what it is to be there.

There anthems of praise we will sing,

When safe in that haven of rest,

To Jesus, our Saviour and King,

Who reigns in those realms of the blest.

Hymn #724 Hymn #726