How Bright These Glorious Spirits Shine

How bright these glo­ri­ous spir­its shine!

Whence all their white ar­ray?

How came they to the bliss­ful seats

Of ev­er­last­ing day?

Lo! these are they from suf­fer­ings great

Who came to realms of light;

And in the blood of Christ have washed

Those robes which shine so bright.

Now with tri­um­phal palms they stand

Before the throne on high

And serve the God they love amidst

The glo­ries of the sky.

His pre­sence fills each heart with joy

Tunes ev­ery mouth to sing:

By day

by night

the sac­red courts

With glad ho­san­nas ring.

Hunger and thirst are felt no more

Nor suns with scorch­ing ray;

God is their sun

whose cheer­ing beams

Diffuse eter­nal day.

The Lamb

which dwells amidst the throne

Shall over them still pre­side

Feed them with nour­ish­ment di­vine

And all their foot­steps guide.

Midst pas­tures green He’ll lead His flock

Where liv­ing streams ap­pear;

And God the Lord from ev­ery eye

Shall wipe off ev­ery tear.

To Fa­ther

Son and Ho­ly Ghost

The God whom we ad­ore

Be glo­ry

as it was

is now

And shall be ev­er­more.