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HOW bright tliese glorious spirits shine ! Whence all their white array 1 How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day? Lo ! these are they from sufferings great
Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright.
Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love amidst
The glories of the sky. His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every mouth to sing : By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad hosannas ring.
Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray ; God is their sun, whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day. The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne
Shall o'er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
In pastures green he'll lead his flock
Where living streams appear ; And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore. Be glory, as it was, and is,
And shall be evermore.
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