What are these in bright array,

This innumerable throng,

Round the altar night and day,

Hymning one triumphant song:

"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,

Blessing, honour, glory, power,

Wisdom, riches, to obtain,

New dominion every hour."

These through fiery trials trod;

These from great affliction came;

Now before the throne of God,

Seal'd with His almighty name:

Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor-palms in every hand,

Through their dear Redeemer's might,

More than conquerors they stand.

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 fear,

And for ever from their eyes,

God shall wipe away the tear.