In Royal Robes of Splendor

In roy­al robes of splen­dor

Before the great King’s feet

The princ­es of His king­dom

The crowned apos­tles

meet;

To Him their songs ad­or­ing

With heart and tongue they bring

Pure hearts and migh­ty voic­es—

E’en as the an­gels sing.

This or­der sheds its lus­ter

O’er all the hu­man race;

A court of right­eous judg­ment

The rock of Gos­pel grace;

Rock of His Church

for ag­es

Elected and fore­known;

Whose glo­ri­ous mas­ter build­er

Is head and cor­ner­stone.

These are the Na­za­re­ans

Famed her­alds to the world

Who

preach­ing Christ

His ban­ner

Of vic­to­ry un­furled;

Day un­to day shows know­ledge;

Night ut­ters speech to night;

So these to earth’s four cor­ners

Their won­drous tale re­cite.

Christ’s bur­den light they prof­fer

His ea­sy yoke pro­claim;

The seed of life they scat­ter

That all may own His name.

The earth brought forth and bud­ded

Where’er their plough­share ran

And fruits of in­crease fol­lowed

The faith of God made man.

These are the sure foun­da­tion

On which the Tem­ple stands;

The liv­ing stones com­pact­ing

That house not made with hands;

The gates by which man en­ters

Jerusalem the new;

The bond which knits to­ge­ther

The Gen­tile and the Jew.

Let er­ror flee be­fore them

Let truth ex­tend her way;

Let dread of fi­nal judg­ment

To faith and love give way;

That

loosed from our of­fens­es

We then may num­bered be

Among Thy saints in glo­ry

Around the throne with Thee.