The Diadem

For those who hum­bly serve their king

And loy­al hearts to Je­sus bring;

Who do His will

who heed His voice

And on­ly in His love re­joice

Who trust in faith His guid­ing hand

And meekly at His foot­stool stand;

Beyond the stars in r­egal state

The palm and crown of glo­ry wait.

When we’re freed from ev­ery stain

When with Je­sus we shall reign

Love will be the bright­est gem

That shall grace our di­adem.

O let us all in Je­sus’ name

The scep­ter and the sig­net claim.

And may our lot be found with them

Whose brow shall wear The Dia­dem.

Our house shall be God’s rest­ing place

Our king­dom vast as end­less space;

A crown with Heav­en’s jew­els bright

And robes as spot­less as the light.