I have read of white robes for the righteous,
                                        
                                        Of bright crowns which the glorified wear,
                                        
                                        When our Father shall bid them, “Come, enter,
                                        
                                        And My glory eternally share”;
                                        
                                        How the righteous are evermore blessed
                                        
                                        As they walk through the streets of pure gold;
                                        
                                        But not half of the wonderful story
                                        
                                        To mortals has ever been told.