There is a glo­ri­ous king­dom,
A king­dom bright and fair,
And many lit­tle child­ren
Wait on the good King there.
Yes, child­ren, child­ren,
Are in that glo­ri­ous king­dom,
That king­dom, that king­dom,
That king­dom bright and fair.

O, in that glo­ri­ous king­dom
Is built a throne of gold;
Its or­na­ments are jew­els,
With rich­es all un­told.
A king­dom, king­dom,
A bright and glo­ri­ous king­dom,
A king­dom, a king­dom,
A king­dom bright and fair.

O, in that glo­ri­ous king­dom,
And on that gold­en throne,
There reigns the bless­èd Sav­ior,
Those child­ren are His own.
Yes, child­ren, child­ren,
Are in that glo­ri­ous king­dom;
That king­dom, that king­dom,
That king­dom bright and fair.

And in that glo­ri­ous king­dom,
Around the throne of gold.
Are throngs of children’s angels,
Their numbers are untold.
Yes, angels—angels
Are in that glo­ri­ous king­dom,
That king­dom, that king­dom,
That king­dom bright and fair.

The children of that king­dom,
Around that glo­ri­ous throne,
Have palms and crowns of vic­to­ry,
And harps of sweetest tone.
All singing—singing,
There in that glo­ri­ous king­dom;
That king­dom, that king­dom,
That king­dom bright and fair.

And now they lift their voic­es
In prais­es loud and sweet,
And cast their crowns of vic­to­ry
Down at their Sav­ior’s feet.
Of vic­to­ry, vic­to­ry,
Their crowns, their crowns of vic­to­ry
Of vic­to­ry, of vic­to­ry,
Their crowns at Je­sus’ feet.

Come, all who love that king­dom,
That king­dom bright and fair;
Come, give your hearts to Je­sus,
And dwell for­ev­er there.
And praise Him—praise Him
Forever in that king­dom;
That king­dom, that king­dom,
That king­dom bright and fair.