Palms of Glory

Palms of glo­ry

rai­ment bright

Crowns that nev­er fade away

Gird and deck the saints in light

Priests

and kings

and con­quer­ors they.

Yet the con­quer­ors bring their palms

To the Lamb amidst the throne

And pro­claim in joy­ful psalms

Victory through His cross alone.

Kings for harps their crowns re­sign

Crying

as they strike the chords

Take the king­dom

it is Thine

King of kings

and Lord of lords.

Round the al­tar priests con­fess

If their robes are white as snow

’Twas the Sav­ior’s right­eous­ness

And His blood that made them so.

Who were these? On earth they dwelt

Sinners once of Ad­am’s race

Guilt and fear and suf­fer­ing felt

But were saved by sov­er­eign grace.

They were mor­tal too like us;

O

when we like them shall die

May our souls trans­lat­ed thus

Triumph

reign

and shine on high.