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,