What Happy Men, or Angels, These? (EN 5960)

EN 5960 What Happy Men, or Angels, These?

Rev.7.13

Versi Version 1

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What happy men, or angels, these,

That all their robes are spotless white?

Whence did this glorious troop arrive

At the pure realms of heav’nly light?

2

From torturing racks and burning fires,

And seas of their own blood they came;

But nobler blood has washed their robes,

Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.

3

Now they approach th’Almighty throne,

With loud hosannas night and day;

Sweet anthems to the great Three-One,

Measure their blest eternity.

4

No more shall hunger pain their souls;

He bids their paring thirst begone,

And spreads the shadow of His wings

To screen them from the parching sun.

5

The Lamb that fills the middle throne

Shall shed around His milder beams;

There shall they feast on His rich love,

And drink full joys from living streams.

6

Thus shall their mighty bliss renew

Through the vast round of endless years;

And the soft hand of sov’reign grace

Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears.

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