The Ceaseless Ages, Land of Glory

My King called, I answered, and came to Him.

The way He pointed out, so walked in His footsteps.

Love, mercy, truth, goodness, are my His armour.

His majesty indescribable, His glory surpasses

the sun.

I stood before the throne of the King, in robe of white.

In gaze, I looked, and saw the River of Water of Life.

The water, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne.

On either side of the river, was the Tree of Life.

O, what beauty, glory, majesty, honour, joy unspeakable!

Trumpets sounded; musical instruments began to play.

A golden harp, with a thousand strings, was given, I played.

My voice raised in song with the King’s host, singing,

Holy, Holy, Holy!