Hear the vast repentant throng
Singing as they march along
Their triumphant happy song,
"Glory to the Righteous!"
Hear them coming from the east,
Saints, whose souls have been released
To enjoy Jehovah's feast,
"Glory to the Righteous!"
Hear them coming from the west,
Saints of God who have been blest
To enjoy Jehovah's rest,
"Glory to the Righteous!"
Hear them come from the world's end,
And praises that ascend
To their Master and their Friend,
"Glory to the Righteous!"
Where did He spend the hours of that last night?
The Mount of Olives where He had valued life
And with His Father had joy that was divine;
Gethsemane: there His will must collide
With Satan's will to swerve Him from the right.
Yet if there lay before Him hours of strife
And grief more fierce that any can indite
His soul recoiled but Christ would not resile.
The enemy might try each thwart device:
He could not touch the dignity of Christ.
Before fire touched the offering in the types
The water proved the sacrifice refined.
