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.

Refrain
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.

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. [Refrain]

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! [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]