Palms of glory, raiment bright

Verse 1

Palms of glory, raiment bright, crowns that never fade away, gird and deck the saints in light: priests and kings and conquerors they.

Verse 2

Yet the conquerors bring their palms to the Lamb amidst the throne, and proclaim in joyful psalms victory through his cross alone.

Verse 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.'

Verse 4

Round the altar priests confess, if their robes are white as snow, 'twas the Saviour's righteousness, and his blood, that made them so.

Verse 5

They were mortal too like us: O, when we like them must die, may our souls translated thus triumph, reign, and shine on high.