Exalted High at God’s Right Hand

Exalted high at God’s right hand

Nearer the throne than cher­ubs stand

With glo­ry crowned

in white ar­ray

My won­der­ing soul says

Who are they?

These are the saints be­loved of God

Washed are their robes in Je­sus’ blood;

More spot­less than the pur­est white

They shine in un­cre­at­ed light.

Brighter than an­gels

lo! they shine

Their glo­ries great

and all di­vine;

Tell me their ori­gin

and say

Their or­der what

and whence came they?

Through tri­bu­la­tion great they came;

They bore the cross

and scorned the shame;

Within the liv­ing tem­ple blest

In God they dwell

and on Him rest.

And does the cross thus prove their gain?

And shall they thus for ev­er reign

Seated on sap­phire thrones

to praise

The won­ders of re­deem­ing grace?

Hunger they ne’er shall feel again

Nor burn­ing thirst shall they sus­tain;

To wells of liv­ing wa­ters led

By God

the Lamb

for­ev­er fed.

Unknown to mor­tal ears

they sing

The sec­ret glo­ries of their king;

Tell me the sub­ject of their lays

And whence their loud ex­alt­ed praise?

Jesus

the Sav­ior

is their theme;

They sing the won­ders of His name;

To Him as­crib­ing pow­er and grace

Dominion and eter­nal praise.

Amen they cry to Him alone

Who dares to fill His Fa­ther’s throne;

They give Him glo­ry

and again

Repeat His praise

and say Amen.