These, whose robes of purest whiteness
Shall their lustre still possess,
Still untouch’d by Time’s rude hand?
Whence come all this glorious band?
These are they who have contended
For their Saviour’s honour long,
Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng:
These, who well the fight sustain’d,
Victory through the Lamb have gain’d.