Royal songs, for the young and old,
Of the King of Grace and His precious fold,
Where the soul may turn and with joy come in,
At the door of grace, from the paths of sin.
Royal songs, royal songs,
Royal songs when the ransomed
Shall lay their trophies down.
Royal songs, for the weary one,
Of a peaceful rest when the work is done,
Songs of love and praise to our mighty King,
From the hearts of all may they sweetly ring.
Royal songs, of a glorious land,
Where the pure in heart with the angels stand,
And the Saviorís voice of eternal love
Shall the welcome be to that home above.