The Robes of White

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