1 Who are these in bright array,
This exulting, happy throng,
Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song?
They have clean robes, white robes;
White robes are waiting for me!
Yes, clean robes, white robes,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.
2 These through fiery trials trod,
These from great afflictions came;
Now, before the throne of God,
Sealed with His almighty name. [Refrain]
3 Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand;
Through their great Redeemer’s might,
More than conquerors they stand. [Refrain]
4 Joy and gladness banish sights;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
And forever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears. [Refrain]
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