These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they magnified:
Now their painful conflict’s o’er;
God has bid them weep no more.
Branches of that stock that sav’d them,
Where both grace and health unite,
In the Lamb’s pure blood they lav’d them,
Wash’d their robes and made them white: