There is a land, a beau­te­ous land
Where ran­somed saints in glo­ry stand;
And songs of rap­ture fill the air,
Oh! tell me, Lord, shall I be there?

Refrain

Shall I be there, shall I be there,
And in those songs of rap­ture share?
Shall I be there, shall I be there,
Oh! tell me, Lord, shall I be there?

Shall I those glo­ries e’er be­hold,
Those pear­ly gates and streets of gold,
A crown of glo­ry shall I wear?
Oh! tell me, Lord, shall I be there?

Refrain

That glo­ri­ous land, when shall I see?
Oh! is that bless­èd place for me?
Is there a crown for me to wear?
Shall I in­deed, O Lord, be there?

Refrain

Whene’er my wan­der­ings here shall cease,
Receive me into per­fect peace,
And may Thy voice to me de­clare
Oh! yes, My child, thou shalt be there!

I shall be there, I shall be there,
And in those songs of rap­ture share;
I shall be there, I shall be there,
Through faith in God, I shall be there.