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 sufferings 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 every mouth to sing;

By day, by night, the sacred courts

With glad hosannas ring.

The Lamb which reigns upon 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 every eye

Shall wipe off every tear.