1 Who are these arrayed in white,
Brighter than the noonday sun,
Foremost of the sons of light,
Nearest the eternal throne?
These are they that bare the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood,
Sufferers in his righteous cause,
Followers of the dying God.
2 Out of great distress they came,
Washed their robes by faith below
In the blood of yonder Lamb,
Blood that washes white as snow;
Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Master day and night;
God resides among his own,
God doth in his saints delight.
3 He that on the throne doth reign,
Shall his saints for ever feed,
With the tree of life sustain,
To the living fountains lead;
He shall all their sorrows chase,
All their wants at once remove,
Wipe the tears from every face,
Fill up every soul with love.
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First Line: | Who are these arrayed in white |
Author: | Charles Wesley (1707-88) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The Life to Come |