I. Watts; W. Cameron (317/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

I. Watts; W. Cameron HOW bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day? 2 Lo, these are they from sufferings great, Who came to realms of light; And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes that shine so bright. 3 Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky. 4 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor suns with scorching ray; God is their Sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day. 5 The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne, Shall o’er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. 6 ’Midst pastures green He’ll lead His flock, Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. 7 To Him who sits upon the throne, The God, whom we adore, And to the Lamb that once was slain, Be glory evermore.