Revelation 7:13

• [Rev 7:13] Around The Throne Of God In Heaven

  Around the throne of God in Heaven, Thousands of children stand, Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band, Refrain Singing, “Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high.” In flowing robes of spotless white See everyone arrayed; Dwelling in everlasting light And joys that never fade, Refrain What brought them to the world above, That Heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love; How came those children there, Refrain Because the Savior shed His blood To wash away their sin; Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean, Refrain On earth they sought the Savior’s grace, On earth they loved His Name; So now they see His blessèd face, And stand before the Lamb, Refrain

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• [Rev 7:13] 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? Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light; And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love amidst The glories of the sky. His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every mouth to sing: By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring. Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor suns with scorching ray; God is their Sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day. The Lamb, Which dwells amidst the throne Shall over them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. Midst pastures green He’ll lead His flock Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

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• [Rev 7:13] Washed In The Blood Of The Lamb

  Who, who are these beside the chilly wave, Just on the borders of the silent grave, Shouting Jesu’s power to save, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb”? Refrain “Sweeping through the gates” of the new Jerusalem, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb,” “Sweeping through the gates” of the new Jerusalem, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” These, these are they who, in their youthful days, Found Jesus early, and in wisdom’s ways Proved the fullness of His grace, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” Refrain These, these are they who, in affliction’s woes, Ever have found in Jesus calm repose, Such as from a pure heart flows, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” Refrain These, these are they who, in the conflict dire, Boldly have stood amid the hottest fire; Jesus now says, “come up higher,” “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” Refrain Safe, safe upon the ever shining shore, Sin, pain, and death, and sorrow are all o’er; Happy now and evermore, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” Refrain

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• [Rev 7:13] What Happy Men, Or Angels, These?

  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? 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. Now they approach th’Almighty throne, With loud hosannas night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One, Measure their blest eternity. 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. 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. 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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• [Rev 7:13] What This Host?

  What this host? This mighty army, Conquering every prince of men? Led by what high King, what champion? Who, once dead, now lives again? This, the Church, the Bride of Jesus, Armor-clad by God’s own hand: Shield of Faith and Sword of Spirit— Shod by Gospel, firm to stand! With the awesome Truth of Heaven, Christ has girded her around, So arrayed for every battle, She shall pull all empires down. Gleaming in the morning sunlight See salvation’s helmet shine! Trusting to that sure protection, On she fights, renewed in mind. O’er that heart once bound to evil, Lies the mail of righteousness, No satanic accusation Can defeat such glorious dress! Terrible in strength and valor, Jesus leads His host to war, His the vict’ry, His the conquest! He has broken down Hell’s door!

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• [Rev 7:13] Who Are These Arrayed In White?

  Who are these arrayed in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun? Foremost of the sons of light; Nearest the eternal throne? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood; Sufferers in His righteous cause, Followers of the dying God. Out of great distress they came, Washed their robes by faith below, In the blood of yonder Lamb, Blood that washes white as snow: Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night: God resides among His own, God doth in His saints delight. More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o’er; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more: No excessive heat they feel From the sun’s directer ray; In a milder clime they dwell, Region of eternal day. He that on the throne doth reign, Them the Lamb shall always feed, With the tree of life sustain, To the living fountains lead; He shall all their sorrows chase, All their wants at once remove, Wipe the tears from every face, Fill up every soul with love.

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• [Rev 7:13] Who Are These Like Stars Appearing

  Who are these like stars appearing, These before God’s throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing; Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia! Hark, they sing, Praising loud their heav’nly King. Who are these of dazzling brightness, These in God’s own truth arrayed, Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Robes whose luster ne’er shall fade, Ne’er be touched by time’s rude hand? Whence come all this glorious band? These are they who have contended For their Savior’s honor long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng; These who well the fight sustained, Triumph through the Lamb have gained. 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, like priests, have watched 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.

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Revelation 19:1

• [Rev 19:1] Hallelujah! Let Praises Ring!

  Hallelujah! Let praises ring! To God the Father let us bring Our songs of adoration. To Him through everlasting days Be worship, honor, power and praise, Whose hand sustains creation. Singing, ringing: Holy, holy, God is holy, Spread the story of our God, the Lord of Glory. Hallelujah! Let praises ring! Unto the Lamb of God we sing, In Whom we are elected. He bought His Church with His own blood, He cleansed her in that blessèd flood, And as His bride selected. Holy, holy is our union and communion, His befriending gives us joy and peace unending. Hallelujah! Let praises ring! Unto the Holy Ghost we sing For our regeneration. The saving faith in us He wrought And us unto the Bridegroom brought, Made us His chosen nation. Glory! Glory! Joy eternal, bliss supernal; There is manna and an endless, glad hosanna. Hallelujah! Let praises ring! Unto our Triune God we sing; Blest be His Name forever! With angel hosts let us adore And sing His praises more and more For all His grace and favor! Singing, ringing: Holy, holy, God is holy, Spread the story of our God, the Lord of Glory!

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• [Rev 19:1] Hallelujah Side, The

  Once a sinner far from Jesus, I was perishing with cold, But the blessèd Savior heard me when I cried; Then He threw His robe around me, And He led me to His fold, And I’m living on the hallelujah side. Refrain Oh, glory be to Jesus, let the hallelujahs roll; Help me ring the Savior’s praises far and wide, For I’ve opened up tow’rd heaven All the windows of my soul, And I’m living on the hallelujah side. Tho’ the world may sweep around me With her dazzle and her dreams, Yet I envy not her vanities and pride, For my soul looks up to heaven, Where the golden sunlight gleams, And I’m living on the hallelujah side. Refrain Not for all earth’s golden millions Would I leave this precious place, Tho’ the tempter to persuade me oft has tried, For I’m safe in God’s pavilion, Happy in His love and grace, And I’m living on the hallelujah side. Refrain Here the sun is always shining, Here the sky is always bright; ’Tis no place for gloomy Christians to abide, For my soul is filled with music And my heart with great delight, And I’m living on the hallelujah side. Refrain And upon the streets of glory, When we reach the other shore, And have safely crossed the Jordan’s rolling tide, You will find me shouting “Glory” Just outside my mansion door Where I’m living on the hallelujah side. Refrain

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• [Rev 19:1] Sing Alleluia Forth In Duteous Praise

  Sing Alleluia forth in duteous praise, Ye citizens of Heav’n; O sweetly raise An endless Alleluia. Ye powers, who stand before the Eternal Light, In hymning choirs re-echo to the height, An endless Alleluia. The holy city shall take up your strain, And with glad songs resounding wake again An endless Alleluia. In blissful antiphons ye thus rejoice To render to the Lord with thankful voice An endless Alleluia. Ye who have gained at length your palms in bliss, Victorious ones, your chant will still be this, An endless Alleluia. There, in one grand acclaim, forever ring The strains which tell the honor of your King, An endless Alleluia. This is sweet rest for weary ones brought back, This is glad food and drink which ne’er shall lack, An endless Alleluia. While Thee, by Whom were all things made, we praise Forever, and tell out in sweetest lays, An endless Alleluia. Almighty Christ, to Thee our voices sing Glory forevermore; to Thee we bring An endless Alleluia.

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