1 Around the throne, a glorious band,
The saints in countless numbers stand,
Of ev'ry tongue, redeemed to God,
Arrayed in garments washed in blood.
2 Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross, despised the shame.
From all their labors now they rest
In God's eternal glory blest.
3 They see their Savior face to face
And sing the triumphs of his grace.
Each day and night they sing his praise,
To him the loud thanksgiving raise:
4 "Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain,
Through endless years to live and reign;
You have redeemed us by your blood
And made us kings and priests to God."
5 Oh, may we tread the sacred road
That saints and holy martyrs trod,
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life.
|First Line:||Around the throne, a glorious band|
|Title:||Around the Throne, A Glorious Band|
|Author:||Rowland Hill, 1744-1833|
|Topic:||Saints and Martyrs|
|Source:||Second Supplement to Psalmody in Miniature,, London, 1778, adapt.|