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.