1 Who are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar night and day,
Tuning their triumphant song?>
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour."

2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now, before the throne of God,
Sealed with His eternal name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.

3 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 their fears;
And forever from their eyes,
God shall wipe away their tears.

Amen.