Who are these arrayed in white
Sacred Hymns (Manchester Hymnal)
(1840, 1912 ed.),
1. Who are these arrayed in white,Brighter 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,Foll’wers of the living God.
2. Out of great distress they came,Washed their robes, by faith below,In the blood of yonder Lamb—Blood that washes white as snow.Therefore are they next the throne,Serve their Master day and night;God resides among his own,God doth in His Saints delight.
3. More than conquerors at last,Here they find their trials o’er;They have all their suff’rings past,Hunger now and thirst no more;No excessive heat they feelFrom the sun’s director ray,In a milder clime they dwell—Region of eternal day.
4. He that on the throne doth reign,His own flock shall always feed,With the tree of life sustain,To the living fountains lead;He shall all their sorrows chase,All their fears at once remove,Wipe the tears from every face,Fill up every soul with love.