Exalted high at God's right hand

Verse 1

Exalted high at God’s right hand, Nearer the throne than cherubs stand; With glory crown'd, in white array, My wond'ring soul says, "Who are they?"

Verse 2

These are the saints, beloved of God-- Wash'd are their robes in Jesus’ blood, More spotless than the purest white, They shine in uncreated light.

Verse 3

Brighter than angels, lo! they shine; Their glories great, and all divine; Tell me their origin, and say Their order what, and whence came they?

Verse 4

Through tribulation great they came, They bore the cross and scorn'd the shame Within the living temple blest, In God they dwell, and on Him rest.

Verse 5

Unknown to mortal ears they sing The secret glories of their King; Tell me the subject of their lays, And whence their loud exalted praise?

Verse 6

Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme; They sing the wonders of His name; To Him ascribing power and grace, Dominion and eternal praise.