Earth was their native soil; from sin and shame,
Through tribulation, they to glory came;
Bond-slaves delivered from sin’s crushing load,
Brands plucked from burning by the hand of God.
4 Yon robes of theirs are not like those below;
No angel’s half so bright:
Whence came that beauty, whence that living glow,
And whence that radiant white?
Washed in the blood of the atoning Lamb,
Fair as the light these robes of theirs became;