I Long to Be There

I’ve read of a world of beau­ty

Where there is no gloomy night

While love is the main­spring of du­ty

And God is the foun­tain of light.

I long

I long

I long to be there;

I long

I long

I long to be there.

I’ve read of its flow­ing riv­er

That bursts from be­neath the throne

And beau­ti­ful trees that ev­er

Are found on its banks alone.

I long for that world of light

To breathe in its bal­my air

To walk with the Lamb in white

And sing with the an­gels there.