How bright these glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their bright 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 which 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.
His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every voice to sing;
By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad hosannas ring.
Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray;
God is their Sun, whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.
In pastures green He’ll lead His flock,
Where living streams appear,
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.