tr., John Brownlie
Wrapt in wonder and amaze,
On the throne of God I gaze; --
Sparkling are the gems abounding,
Sweet the harps and viols sounding;
See the palms of victory wave, --
'Twas the Christ the triumph gave.
Lo, He sits in glory now,
Thorns no longer clutch his brow, --
Glory, laud, and honour bringing,
Choirs of the redeemed are singing, --
Thus the King enthroned they greet,
And their crowns are at His feet.
Past, the life He lived below,
Gone the weariness and woe;
Now the painful strife is ended,
Christ a victor hath ascended,
Sin and death are bound with chains,
And the King Immortal reigns.
Ah! Good Lord, when life is past,
Bring me to such bliss at last;
Where love wakens gleams of gladness,
In the eyes that wept for sadness; --
Where the weary rest, and praise
Christ, the Victor King, always.