The Business and Blessedness of Glorified Saints

Verse 1

What happy men, or angels, these, That all their robes are spotless white? Whence did this glorious troop arrive At the pure realms of heav'nly light?

Verse 2

From torturing racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came; But nobler blood has washed their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.

Verse 3

Now they approach th' Almighty throne With loud hosannahs night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three One Measure their blest eternity.

Verse 4

No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst begone, And spreads the shadow of his wings To screen them from the scorching sun.

Verse 5

The Lamb that fills the middle throne Shall shed around his milder beams; There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams.

Verse 6

Thus shall their mighty bliss renew Through the vast round of endless years; And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears.