These glorious minds how bright they shine!

Verse 1

These glorious minds, how bright they shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the happy seats Of everlasting day?

Verse 2

From torturing pains to endless joys On fiery wheels they rode, And strangely washed their raiment white In Jesus' dying blood.

Verse 3

Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne Their warbling harps and sacred songs Adore the Holy One.

Verse 4

The unveiled glories of his face Amongst his saints reside, While the rich treasure of his grace Sees all their wants supplied.

Verse 5

Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast.

Verse 6

The Lamb shall lead his heav'nly flock Where living fountains rise; And love divine shall wipe away The sorrows of their eyes.