I. Watts; W. Cameron


HOW bright these glorious spirits shine!

Whence all their white array?

How came they to the blissful seats

Of everlasting day?


Lo, these are they from sufferings great,

Who came to realms of light;

And in the blood of Christ have washed

Those robes that shine so bright.


Now with triumphal palms they stand

Before the throne on high,

And serve the God they love, amidst

The glories of the sky.


Hunger and thirst are felt no more,

Nor suns with scorching ray;

God is their Sun, whose cheering beams

Diffuse eternal day.


The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne,

Shall o’er them still preside,

Feed them with nourishment divine,

And all their footsteps guide.


’Midst pastures green He’ll lead His flock,

Where living streams appear;

And God the Lord from every eye

Shall wipe off every tear.


To Him who sits upon the throne,

The God, whom we adore,

And to the Lamb that once was slain,

Be glory evermore.


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