Its living stones; and, brightening more and more,
Fair glimpses of that palace far away,
Where all His loyal ones shall dwell with Him for aye.
True the report that reached my far-off land
Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame;
Yet I believed not until I came,—
Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand.
The half was never told by mortal word;
My King exceeded all the fame that I had heard!
Oh, happy are His servants! happy they