Palms of Glory Raiment Bright {Palms of Glory Raiment Bright WAKEMAN-M. C. Thayer Palms of Glory, Raiment Bright } Palms of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light; Priest, and kings, and conquerors they. Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amid the throne, And proclaim, in joyful psalms Victory through his cross alone. 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. Round the altar priests confess, If their robes are white as snow, 'T was their Saviour's righteousness, And his blood, that made them so. Who are these? On earth they dwelt, Sinners once of Adam's race; Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt, But were saved by sovereign grace. They were mortal, too, like us: Ah! when we, like them, shall die, May our souls, translated thus, Triumph, reign, and shine, on high!"