1 These glorious Minds how bright they shine
whence all their white Array?
How came they to the happy Seats
of Everlasting Day?
2 From tort'ring Pains to endless Joys
on fiery Wheels they rode,
And strangely wash'd their Raiment white
in Jesus dying Blood.
3 Now they approach a spotless God,
and bow before his Throne;
Their warbling Harps and sacred Songs
adore the holy One.
4 The unveil'd Glories of his Face
amongst his Saints reside,
While the rich Treasure of his Grace
sees all their Wants supply'd.
5 Tormenting Thirst shall leave their Souls,
and Hunger flee as fast;
The Fruit of Life's immortal Tree
shall be their sweet Repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heav'nly Flock
where living Fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
the Sorrows of their Eyes.
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