Say, shall we join them in yon blessed skies?
48. SONG OF THE REDEEMED. Rev. 7.
Behold, before the Lamb, before God's throne
In robes of white a countless multitude,
All bearing palms, in glorious order stood,
From ev'ry tribe and tongue by goodness won;
Their voices high are join'd, as if but one;
All cry aloud—Salvation to our God,