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.
|First Line:||These glorious Minds how bright they shine!|
|Title:||The Martyrs Glorified|
|Topic:||Kingdom of Christ|