1. Who are these arrayed in whiteBrighter than the noonday sun,Foremost of the sons of light,nearest the eternal throne?These are they that bore the cross,Nobly for their master stood,suff’rers in his righteous cause,Followers of the living God.
2. He that on the throne doth reignHis own flock shall always feed.They have all their suff’rings past,hunger now and thirst no more.He shall all their sorrows chase.All their fears at once remove,wipe the tears from ev’ry face,Fill up ev’ry soul with love.