Who are these, like stars appearing, These, before God's throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing: Who are all these glorious band? Hallelujah! hark, they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King.

Who are these, in dazling brightness, Clothed in God's own righteousness; These, whose robes of purest whiteness Shall their lustre still possess, Still untouch'd by time's rude hand? Whence come all these glorious bands?

These are they who have contended For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng, These, who well the fight sustain'd, Triumph by the Lamb have gain'd.

These are they whose hearts were riven, Sore with woe and anguish tried Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they glorified; Now, their painful conflict o'er, God has bid them, weep no more.

These are they who watch'd and waited, Offering up to Christ their will; Soul and body consecrated Day and night to serve Him still; Now in God's most holy place, Blest they stand before His face.