1 "These glorious minds, how bright they shine "Whence all their white array? "How came they to the happy seats "Of everlasting day?"
2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys On fiery wheels they rode, And strangely wash'd their raiment white In Jesus' dying blood.
3 Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne Their warbling harps and sacred songs Adore the Holy One.
4 The unveil'd glories of his face Amongst his saints reside, While the rich treasure of his grace Sees all their wants supply'd.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock Where living fountains rise, And love divine shall wipe away The sorrows of their eyes.