The Blood-Washed Throng

There is a blood-washed mul­ti­tude

A migh­ty ar­my strong;

The Lord of hosts their right­eous­ness

Redeeming love their song.

They fol­low Christ whose name they bear

To yon­der por­tals bright

Where He has said His faith­ful ones

Shall walk with Him in white.

That pre­cious name their guid­ing star

Its beams will o’er them cast

And through its pow­er their trust­ing souls

Shall ov­er­come at last.

The glo­ry cloud will bring them safe

To yon­der pal­ace bright

Where they shall see Him eye to eye

And walk with Him in white.

March on! O blood-washed mul­ti­tude

For lo! the hour draws nigh

When we shall hail the King of kings

Triumphant in the sky.

When songs of praise to Him we love

Shall fill the courts of light

And they that ov­er­come the world

Shall walk with Him in white.