No more are they called homeless ones,
And they say that the goodly land is fair,
Where the fountain of life ever runs.
CHORUS.
We’ll be there, we’ll be there in a little while,
And we’ll join with the pure and blest,
We’ll all have the palms, the robes, the crowns,
And we’ll be for ever at rest.
2 We have heard of the palms, the robes, the crowns,
Of that silvery band in white,