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.