1 Around the throne of God in heav'n,
Thousands of children stand--
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band,
Singing, "Glory, glory,
Glory be to God on high."

2 In flowing robes of spotless white
See ev'ry one arrayed;
Dwelling in everlasting light
And joys that never fade,
Singing, "Glory, glory,
Glory be to God on high."

3 What brought them to that world above,
That heav'n so bright and fair,
Where all is peace and joy and love?
How came those children there?
Singing, "Glory, glory,
Glory be to God on high?"

4 Because the Savior shed His blood
To wash away their sin;
Cleansed in that pure and precious flood,
Behold them white and clean!
Singing, "Glory, glory,
Glory be to God on high."

5 On earth they sought the Savior's grace,
On earth they loved His name;
So now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb,
Singing, "Glory, glory,
Glory be to God on high."