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SAINTS IN HEAVEN.
What are these in bright array?
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,
Tuning their triumphant song?
—“Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain;
New dominion, every hour.”
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,
Tuning their triumphant song?
—“Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain;
New dominion, every hour.”
These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with his eternal name;
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with his eternal name;
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Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb, amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispels their fears,
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away all tears.
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb, amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispels their fears,
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away all tears.
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