J. Heerman, 1647.
tr., Emma Frances Bevan, 1899
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.