1 “These glorious minds! how bright they shine!
Whence all their white array?
How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?” MIM 123.4
2 From torturing pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely washed their raiment White
In Jesus’ dying blood. MIM 124.1
3 Now they approach th’ eternal God,
And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One. MIM 124.2
4 The unveiled glories of his face
Among his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supplied. MIM 124.3
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;
The fruit of life’s immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast. MIM 124.4
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes. MIM 124.5