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Rev. 7:13-17.
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 triumphant 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 mouth to sing;
By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad hosannas ring.
5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor sun with scorching ray;
God is their sun, whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.
6 The Lamb that sits upon the throne,
Shall o’er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
7 ’Mong pastures green he’ll lead his flock,
Where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.