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The throne of loving glory, beauty, delight,
Beholds His royally redeemed in radiant bloom,
His heart, a well of joy that knows no night,
Sees them as heirs of splendor, free from gloom.
His scepter marks them precious in His sight,
His crown of light their royal state reveals,
He views them robed in honor, pure and bright,
Their worship sweet, a treasure He inseals.

No flaw obscures the beauty He surveys,
For in His gaze they shine with regal worth,
A tapestry of grace through endless days,
Their royal praises echo His true mirth.
Ye chosen, rise, His courts of bliss adorn,
His heart’s delight in thee forever born.