Lyrics

When we meet our great Re­deem­er
When He comes to claim His own,
When the wound prints in His hands and side we see;
We will sing glad hal­le­lu­jahs
To the hon­or of His name;
We will wave our palms of vic­to­ry.

Refrain

Palms of vic­to­ry, palms of vic­to­ry,
Waving round the throne of Jesus,
Who once died for me;
Palms of vic­to­ry, palms of vic­to­ry,
We shall wave the palms of vic­to­ry.

When the guests at last have ga­thered
In the pa­lace of the King,
And God’s own for­ev­ermore with Him shall be,
How the hills of God wi­ll ec­ho
With the song the ran­somed sing,
When we wave our palms of vic­to­ry.

Refrain

In the midst of all the splen­dor
Of the ho­ly, hap­py land
Is our Sav­ior who once died on Cal­va­ry;
Clad in robes of shin­ing beau­ty,
All His saints be­fore Him stand,
Waving high the palms of vic­to­ry.

Refrain