HYMN 111. C. M

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