Who Are These Arrayed in White?

Who are these ar­rayed in white

Brighter than the noon-day sun?

Foremost of the sons of light;

Nearest the eter­nal throne?

These are they that bore the cross

Nobly for their Mas­ter stood;

Sufferers in His right­eous cause

Followers of the dy­ing God.

Out of great dis­tress they came

Washed their robes by faith be­low

In the blood of yon­der Lamb

Blood that wash­es white as snow:

Therefore are they next the throne

Serve their mak­er day and night:

God re­sides among His own

God doth in His saints de­light.

More than con­quer­ors at last

Here they find their tri­als o’er;

They have all their suf­fer­ings past

Hunger now and thirst no more:

No ex­cess­ive heat they feel

From the sun’s di­rect­er ray;

In a mild­er clime they dwell

Region of eter­nal day.

He that on the throne doth reign

Them the Lamb shall al­ways feed

With the tree of life sus­tain

To the liv­ing fount­ains lead;

He shall all their sor­rows chase

All their wants at once re­move

Wipe the tears from ev­ery face

Fill up ev­ery soul with love.