1 Exalted high at God’s right hand,
Nearer the throne than cherubs stand;
With glory crown'd, in white array,
My wond'ring soul says, "Who are they?"
2 These are the saints, belov'd of God--
Wash'd are their robes in Jesus’ blood;
More spotless than the purest white,
They shine in uncreated light.
3 Brighter than angels, lo, they shine,
Their glories great, and all divine;
Tell me their origin, and say.
Their order what, and whence came they?
4 Thro' tribulation great they came,
They bore the cross, and scorn'd the shame
Within the living temple blest,
In God they dwell, and on him rest.
5 Unknown to mortal ears they sing
The secret glories of their king;
Tell me the subject of their lays,
And whence their loud exalted praise?
6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme;
They sing the wonders of his name;
To him ascribing pow'r and grace,
Dominion and eternal praise.
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First Line: | Exalted high at God's right hand |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Eternity: Happiness of the righteous; Saints' employ in Heaven |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |