We Have Heard
 
1. We have heard from the bright, the holy land,
We have heard, and our hearts are so glad;
For we were a lonely pilgrim band,
And weary and worn and sad.
Now they tell us the pilgrims have a dwelling there 
And no longer are wandering ones;
And we know that the goodly land is fair,
Where life's pure river runs, 
Where life's pure river runs. 
 
2. Now they say greenest fields are waving there,
And that never a blight ever know;
And the deserts wild are blooming fair,
And roses of Sharon grow.
There are loveliest birds within the bowers green,
And their songs are so blithe and so sweet;
With their warblings resounding ever new 
And the angel's harpings greet, 
And the angel's harpings greet. 
 
3. We have heard of the palms, the robes, the crowns,
And the silvery band all in white;
Of the city fair with pearly gates,
With radiant, crystal light.
We have heard of the angels and of all the saints,
With their harps of pure gold, how they sing;
Of the mount, with the fruitful tree of life,
Of the leaves that healing bring, 
Of the leaves that healing bring. 
 
4. And the King of that country, He is fair,
He's the joy and the light of the place;
In His beauty we'll behold him there,
And bask in His smiling face,
We'll be there, we'll be there in just a little while;
We will join all the pure and the blest;
We'll be given the palm, the robe, the crown,
And forever be at rest, 
And forever be at rest.