1 How bright these glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their bright 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 voice to sing;
By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad hosannas ring.
5 The Lamb who dwells amidst the throne
Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
6 In pastures green He'll lead His flock
Where living streams appear,
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe away each tear.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | How bright these glorious spirits shine! |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Publication Date: | 1874 |
| Notes: | Tune: James |