WHO are these arrayed in white, Brighter than the noonday sun, Home-called of the sons of light, Now before th’eternal throne?
These are they who bore the cross, Faithful to their Master died, Suffered in His righteous cause, Followers of the Crucified.
Out of great distress they came, And their robes by faith below, In the blood of Christ the Lamb, They have washed as white as snow.
More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o’er: They have all their sufferings passed, Hunger is, and thirst, no more.
He that on the throne doth reign Them for evermore shall feed, With the tree of life sustain, To the living fountain lead.
He shall all their griefs remove, He shall all their wants supply; God Himself, the God of love, Tears shall wipe from every eye.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88