We sing of the land of the blest,
We talk of the Saints' home of rest,
Of its joys we are all impressed,
But what will it be to be there?
Of its joys we are all impressed,
But what will it be to be there?

To share in the joys of that land,
Shake each of our friends by the hand,
And unite with the holy band?
That's what it will be to be there;
And unite with the holy band?
That's what it will be to be there.

Then strive, children, strive to meet there;
Be fervent and constant in prayer,
Then its heavenly light you'll share,
And know what it is to be there;
Then its heavenly light you'll share,
And know what it is to be there.