1 How bright these glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their white array?
How came they to the blissful seats
of everlasting day?
2 Lo, these are they from sufferings great
who came to realms of light,
and in the blood of Christ have washed
those robes which shine so bright.
3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand
before the throne on high,
and serve the God they love, amidst
the glories of the sky.
4 His presence fills each heart with joy,
tunes every mouth to sing:
by day, by night, the sacred courts
with glad hosannas ring.
5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
nor sun with scorching ray:
God is their sun, whose cheering beams
diffuse eternal day.
6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne
shall o'er them still preside,
feed them with nourishment divine,
and all their footsteps guide.
7 To pastures green he'll lead his flock
where living streams appear;
and God the Lord from every eye
shall wipe off every tear.