Fresh Zinnias, Old Books and We speak of the land of the blest

We speak of the land of the blest,
A country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confest,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its pathways of gold,
Its walls deck’d with jewels so rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The songs of the blessed above,
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?

Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare,
Then shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there!

chorus:
To be there, to be there,
Oh what must it be to be there?
To be there, to be there,
Oh, what must it be to be there?

Mrs. Elizabeth Mills