Hymn 11. C. M. |How bright these glorious spirits shine.|

How bright these glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their white array?
How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?

2 Lo! these are they, from sufferings great,
Who came to realms of light;
And in the blood of Christ have wash'd
Those robes, which shine so bright.

3 Now, with triumphant palms, they stand
Before the throne on high
And serve the God they love, amidst
The glories of the sky,

4 His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every mouth to sing;
By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad Hosannas ring.

5 The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne,
Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.

6 In pastures green He'll lead his flock
Where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.