In robes of white array!
Palms in our hands we all shall bear,
And crowns that ne’er decay!
4 When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise,
Than when we first begun!
5 Then let us hasten to the day
When all shall be brought home:
Come, O Redeemer! come away!