Who are these in bright array,

This exulting, happy throng,

Round the altar night and day,

Hymning one triumphant song?

“Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,

Blessing, honor, glory, power,

Wisdom, riches, to obtain,

New dominion every hour.”

2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great affliction came;

Now, before the throne of God,

Sealed with his almighty name.

Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor-palms in every hand,

Through their great Redeemer’s might,

More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed;

Them the Lamb, amidst the throne,

Shall to living fountains lead;

Joy and gladness banish sighs;

Perfect love dispels all fears;

And for ever from their eyes

God shall wipe away their tears.