1140
7s.
Rev. 7:13-17.
Palms of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the saints in light;
Priest, and kings, and conquerors they.
2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne,
And proclaim in joyful psalms
Victory through his cross alone.
3 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!”
4 Round the altar saints confess,
If their robes are white as snow,
’Twas the Saviour’s wondrous grace,
And his blood, that made them so.
5 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.
6 They were mortal, too, like us:
Ah! when we, like them, must die,
May our souls, translated thus,
Triumph, reign and shine on high!
Montgomery.