What are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng
Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song:
Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,
Blessing honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour.
These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God
Sealed with His almighty name;
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer’s might,
More than conquerors they stand.
Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them, the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
And for ever from their eyes,
God shall wipe away the tears.