To Be There

Verse 1

I have heard of a land far away, And its glories no tongue can declare; But its beauty hangs over the way, And with Jesus I long to be there.

Chorus

To be there, to be there, And with Jesus, I long to be there; To be there, to be there, And with Jesus, I long to be there.

Verse 2

There are foretastes of Heaven below, There are moments like joys of the blest; But the splendors no mortal can know, Of the land where the weary shall rest.

Verse 3

In that noontide of glory so fair, In the gleam of the river of life, There are joys that the faithful shall share; O how sweetly they rest from the strife!

Verse 4

There the ransomed with Jesus abide In the shade of the sheltering fold; Evermore by Immanuel’s side, They shall dwell in the glory untold.