LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Isaac Watts
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| | Dates: | 1707
| | Bible Refs: | Rev 7:13
| Hymns and Spiritual Songs Vol 1
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| 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?
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.
3. Now they approach
th’Almighty throne,
With loud hosannas night and day;
Sweet anthems to the great Three-One,
Measure their blest eternity.
4. No more shall hunger
pain their souls;
He bids their paring thirst begone,
And spreads the shadow of His wings
To screen them from the parching sun.
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.
6. Thus shall their mighty bliss renew
Through the vast round
of endless years;
And the soft hand of sov’reign grace
Heals all their wounds
and wipes their tears.
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