1 "These glorious minds, how bright they shine!
"Whence all their white array!
"How came they to the happy seats
"Of everlasting day?"
2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys
On fi'ry wheels they rode,
And strangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jesu's dying blood.
3 Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.
4 The unveil'd glories of his face
Amongst his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supply'd.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The lamb shall lead his heav'nly flock
Where living fountains rise,
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.
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First Line: | These glorious minds, how bright they shine |
Title: | The business and blessedness of glorified Saints, or, the martyrs glorified |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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