A Bright and Glorious Kingdom

There is a glo­ri­ous king­dom

A king­dom bright and fair

And many lit­tle child­ren

Wait on the good King there.

Yes

child­ren

child­ren

Are in that glo­ri­ous king­dom

That king­dom

that king­dom

That king­dom bright and fair.

O

in that glo­ri­ous king­dom

Is built a throne of gold;

Its or­na­ments are jew­els

With rich­es all un­told.

A king­dom

king­dom

A bright and glo­ri­ous king­dom

A king­dom

a king­dom

A king­dom bright and fair.

O

in that glo­ri­ous king­dom

And on that gold­en throne

There reigns the bless­èd Sav­ior

Those child­ren are His own.

Yes

child­ren

child­ren

Are in that glo­ri­ous king­dom;

That king­dom

that king­dom

That king­dom bright and fair.

And in that glo­ri­ous king­dom

Around the throne of gold.

Are throngs of child­ren’s an­gels

Their num­bers are un­told.

Yes

angels—an­gels

Are in that glo­ri­ous king­dom

That king­dom

that king­dom

That king­dom bright and fair.

The child­ren of that king­dom

Around that glo­ri­ous throne

Have palms and crowns of vic­to­ry

And harps of sweet­est tone.

All sing­ing—sing­ing

There in that glo­ri­ous king­dom;

That king­dom

that king­dom

That king­dom bright and fair.

And now they lift their voic­es

In prais­es loud and sweet

And cast their crowns of vic­to­ry

Down at their Sav­ior’s feet.

Of vic­to­ry

vic­to­ry

Their crowns

their crowns of vic­to­ry

Of vic­to­ry

of vic­to­ry

Their crowns at Je­sus’ feet.

Come

all who love that king­dom

That king­dom bright and fair;

Come

give your hearts to Je­sus

And dwell for­ev­er there.

And praise Him—praise Him

Forever in that king­dom;

That king­dom

that king­dom

That king­dom bright and fair.