Round the throne in glo­ry
Happy child­ren throng,
And re­demp­tion’s sto­ry
Wakes the harp and song.
On the ver­dant mount­ain,
By the shin­ing stream,
O the liv­ing fount­ain,
Jesus is their theme.

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Round the throne in glo­ry,
Thousands of child­ren stand,
Singing with the an­gels
In that hap­py land,
Voices sweet­ly blend­ing
As they joy­ful sing,
Glory be for­ev­er
To our heav’n­ly king.

Robes of snowy white­ness,
Beautiful and rare;
Crowns of ra­di­ant bright­ness,
Such those child­ren wear.
Safe from death, be­reave­ment,
Sorrow and the grave;
Safe from sin’s en­slave­ment,
Victory’s palm they wave.

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Children now so­journ­ing
In a world of sin;
From your fol­lies turn­ing,
Strive to en­ter in;
Let your young af­fect­ions
Round your Sav­ior twine,
And ’mid Heav’n’s at­tract­ions,
Ye shall sing and shine.

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