LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

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In flowing robes of spotless white,
See every one arrayed,
Dwelling in everlasting light,
And joys that never fade,
' Singing, Glory, glory.

Once they were little things like you
And lived on earth below,
And could not praise, as now they do,
The Lord who loved them so,
Singing, Glory, glory.

What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace, and joy, and love?
How came those children there,
Singing, Glory, glory?

Because the Saviour shed hi’ blood
To wash away their sin:
Bathed in that pure and precious blood,
Behold them white and clean,
Singing, Glory, glory.

On earth they sought the Saviour’s grace,
On earth they loved his name ;

So now they see his blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb,

Singing, Glory, glory.