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1 Exalted high at God’s right hand,
Nearer the throne than cherubs stand;
With glory crown'd, in white array,
My wond'ring soul says, "Who are they?"
2 These are the saints, beloved of God--
Wash'd are their robes in Jesus’ blood,
More spotless than the purest white,
They shine in uncreated light.
3 Brighter than angels, lo! they shine;
Their glories great, and all divine;
Tell me their origin, and say
Their order what, and whence came they?
4 Through tribulation great they came,
They bore the cross and scorn'd the shame
Within the living temple blest,
In God they dwell, and on Him rest.
5 Unknown to mortal ears they sing
The secret glories of their King;
Tell me the subject of their lays,
And whence their loud exalted praise?
6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme;
They sing the wonders of His name;
To Him ascribing power and grace,
Dominion and eternal praise.Source: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #582