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I

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.

II

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.

III

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.

IV

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.