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,
Of its walls decked with jewels so rare,
Of 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,