How bright these glorious spirits shine!

whence all their white array?

How came they to the blissful seats

of everlasting day?

Lo! these are they from suff'rings great,

who came to realms of light,

And in the blood of Christ have washed

those robes which shine so bright.

Now, with triumphal palms, they stand

before the throne on high,

And serve the God they love, amidst

the glories of the sky.

His presence fills each heart with joy,

tunes ev'ry mouth to sing:

By day, by night, the sacred courts

with glad hosannahs ring.

Hunger and thirst are felt no more,

nor suns with scorching ray;

God is their sun, whose cheering beams

diffuse eternal day.

The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne

shall o'er them still preside;

Feed them with nourishment divine,

and all their footsteps guide.

'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,

where living streams appear;

And God the Lord from ev'ry eye

shall wipe off ev'ry tear.