These Glorious Minds, How Bright They Shine

These glo­ri­ous minds

how bright they shine!

Whence all their white ar­ray?

How came they to the hap­py seats

Of ev­er­last­ing day?

From tor­tur­ing pains to end­less joys

On fie­ry wheels they rode

And strange­ly washed their rai­ment white

In Je­su’s dy­ing blood.

Now they ap­proach a spot­less God

And bow be­fore His throne;

Their warb­ling harps and sacr­ed songs

Adore the Ho­ly One.

The un­veiled glo­ries of His face

Amongst His saints re­side

While the rich trea­sure of His grace

Sees all their wants sup­plied.

Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls

And hun­ger flee as fast;

The fruit of life’s im­mor­tal tree

Shall be their sweet re­past.

The Lamb shall lead His heav’n­ly flock

Where liv­ing fount­ains rise;

And love di­vine shall wipe away

The sor­rows of their eyes.