I go from grief and sighing, the valley and the clod,
To join the chosen people in the palaces of God—
There sounds no cry of battle amidst the shadowing palms,
But the mighty song of victory, and glorious golden psalms.
The army of the conquerors, a palm in every hand,
In robes of state and splendour, in rest eternal stand;
Those marriage robes of glory, the righteousness of God—
He bought them for His people with His most precious Blood.
The Lamb of God has saved them from Hell’s deep sea of fire—
The Lamb of God adorns them in spotless white attire;
The Lamb of God presents them as Kings in crowns of light—
As Priests in God’s own temple to serve Him day and night.
Salvation, strength, and wisdom to Him whose works and ways
Are wonderful and glorious—eternal is His praise:
The Lamb Who died and liveth, alive for evermore,
The Saviour Who redeemed us, for ever we adore.
Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series), 1899