The Palace of the King

’Tis a good­ly plea­sant land

That we pil­grims jour­ney thro’

And our Fa­ther’s con­stant bless­ings

Fall around us like the dew;

But its sun­shine and its beau­ty

To our hearts no joy can bring

Like the splen­dors that await us

In the pal­ace of the King.

In this good­ly plea­sant land

Only strang­ers now are we

For we seek a bet­ter coun­try

And ’tis where we long to be;

Yes

we long to swell the an­them

That for­ev­er­more shall ring

From the pure in heart made per­fect

In the pal­ace of the King.

O the pal­ace of the King

Royal pal­ace of the King;

Where our Fa­ther in His mer­cy

All the ran­somed ones will bring;

Where our sor­rows and our tri­als

Like a dream will pass away

And our souls shall dwell for­ev­er

In the realms of end­less day.

Our Re­deem­er is the King;

What a sa­cri­fice He made

When He pur­chased our re­demp­tion

And His blood the ran­som paid;

In His cross shall be our glo­ry

To that bless­èd cross we’ll cling

Till we reach the gates that op­en

To the pal­ace of the King.

We shall see Him bye and bye

Hallelujah to His name!

Thro’ the blood of His atone­ment

Life eter­nal we may claim;

We shall cast our crown be­fore Him

And our songs of vic­to­ry sing

When we en­ter in tri­umph­ant

To the pal­ace of the King.