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The Robes of White
Some day these scarlet robes we wear
Shall turn to lily white,
And all these crosses that we bear
Will change to crowns so bright.
The days and nights will be the same—
No darkness in the land.
And with the last tear wiped away
We’ll touch the Saviour’s hand.
He’ll gently lead us down the path
He long ago prepared,
And in that land so glorious
There’ll be no parting there.
Oh what a day that’s going to be,
The one we’ve waited for.
Our lovely robes of purest white
No stains for evermore.
Our crowns will shine so beautifully
Each gem’s been set with care.
And in our robes of righteousness
We’ll wear no crosses there.
Virginia Atwood Shaw