Lo! round the throne, a glo­ri­ous band,
The saints in count­less my­ri­ads stand;
Of ev­ery tongue re­deemed to God,
Arrayed in gar­ments washed in blood,
Arrayed in gar­ments washed in blood.

Through tri­bu­lation great they came;
They bore the cross, des­pised the shame;
But now from all their la­bors rest,
In God’s eter­nal glo­ry blest,
In God’s eter­nal glo­ry blest.

They see the Sav­ior face to face;
They sing the tri­umph of His grace;
And day and night, with cease­less praise,
To Him their loud ho­san­nas raise,
To Him their loud ho­san­nas raise.

Worthy the Lamb, for sin­ners slain,
Through end­less years to live and reign;
Thou hast re­deemed us by Thy blood,
And made us kings and priests to God.

O may we tread the sac­red road
That ho­ly saints and mar­tyrs trod;
Wage to the end the glo­ri­ous strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life,
And win, like them, a crown of life!