Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Who are these arrayed in white
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Hymn Number: 134
Page Number: 167, click to see hymnal pages
WHO are these arrayed in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun,
Foremost of the sons of light,
Nearest the eternal throne?
These are they that bore the cross-
Nobly for their master stood-
Sufferers in his righteous cause-
Followers of the dying Lord.
Out of great distress they came-
Washed their robes by faith below
In the blood of yonder Lamb,
Blood that washes white as snow.
Therefore are they next the throne-
Serve their Maker day and night:
God resides among his own-
God doth in his saints delight.
More than conquerors at last,
Here they find their trials o'er;
They have all their sufferings passed-
Hunger now and thirst no more.
No excessive heat they feel
From the sun's directer ray:
In a milder clime they dwell-
Region of eternal day.
He that on the throne doth reign,
Them the Lamb shall always feed-
With the tree of life sustain-
To the living fountains lead.
He shall all their sorrows chase-
All their wants at once remove,
Wipe the tears from every face-
Fill up every soul with love.