Revelation 7:9-11
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[Rev 7:9] Beautiful Robes
We shall walk with Him in white,
In that country pure and bright,
Where shall enter naught that may defile;
Where the day-beam ne’er declines,
For the blessèd light that shines
Is the glory of a Savior’s smile.Refrain
Beautiful robes, beautiful robes,
Beautiful robes we then shall wear;
Garments of light, lovely and bright,
Walking with Jesus in white,
Beautiful robes we shall wear.We shall walk with Him in white,
Where faith yields to blissful sight,
When the beauty of the King we see;
Holding converse full and sweet,
In a fellowship complete;
Waking songs of holy melody.Refrain
We shall walk with Him in white,
By the fountains of delight,
Where the Lamb His ransomed ones shall lead,
For His blood shall wash each stain,
Till no spot of sin remain,
And the soul forevermore is freed.Refrain
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[Rev 7:9] Come, Let Us Join Our Friends Above
Come, let us join our friends above, who have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love to joys celestial rise.
Let saints on earth unite to sing with those to glory gone,
For all the servants of our King in earth and Heaven are one.One family we dwell in Him, one church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream, the narrow stream of death;
One army of the living God, to His command we bow;
Part of His host have crossed the flood, and part are crossing now.Ten thousand to their endless home this solemn moment fly,
And we are to the margin come, and we expect to die.
His militant embodied host, with wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast, and reach the heavenly land.Our old companions in distress we haste again to see,
And eager long for our release, and full felicity:
Even now by faith we join our hands with those that went before;
And greet the blood besprinkled bands on the eternal shore.Our spirits too shall quickly join, like theirs with glory crowned,
And shout to see our Captain’s sign, to hear His trumpet sound.
O that we now might grasp our Guide! O that the word were given!
Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide, and land us all in Heaven.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Rev 7:9] I Am On My Way To Heaven
I am on my way to Heaven where the saints are robed in white
Shouting glory, shouting glory!
To that blessèd land immortal where can never come the night,
Shouting glory all the way!Refrain
O glory, hallelujah!
I am on the way to Heaven,
Shouting glory, shouting glory
O glory, hallelujah!
I am on the way to Heaven,
Shouting glory, all the way!I am on my way to Heaven where the streets are paved with gold,
Shouting glory, shouting glory!
To the place of many mansions and of glories yet untold,
Shouting glory all the way!Refrain
I am on my way to Heaven, blessèd land of pure delight,
Shouting glory, shouting glory!
Where the blest of every nation are forever clothed in white,
Shouting glory all the way!Refrain
I am on my way to Heaven where I’ll see my Savior’s face
Shouting glory, shouting glory!
There I’ll sing redemption’s story, blessèd song of saving grace,
Shouting glory all the way!Refrain
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[Rev 7:9] Look For Me!
When you get to Heaven, as you surely will,
If the Savior’s Name you own,
After you have greeted those you love the best,
Who are standing round the throne—Refrain
You may look for me, for I’ll be there,
I’ll be there, I’ll be there!
You may look for me, for I’ll be there!
Glory to His Name!When you roam with friends across the heav’nly fields,
Ever finding treasures new;
When you stand in rapture on some starry height,
Gazing on some glorious view—Refrain
When you hear them singing, round the great white throne,
Songs of praise unto the Lamb;
When you hear the ransomed, with their harps of gold,
Shouting, “Glory to His Name!”—Refrain
When you kneel in worship to the King of kings,
Who has saved you by His grace;
When you see that Savior Who has brought you there,
And with joy behold His face—Refrain
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[Rev 7:9] Palms Of Glory
Palms of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the saints in light,
Priests, and kings, and conquerors they.Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne,
And proclaim in joyful psalms
Victory through His cross alone.Kings for harps their crowns resign,
Crying, as they strike the chords,
“Take the kingdom, it is Thine,
King of kings, and Lord of lords.”Round the altar priests confess,
If their robes are white as snow,
’Twas the Savior’s righteousness
And His blood that made them so.They were mortal too like us;
O, when we like them shall die,
May our souls translated thus
Triumph, reign, and shine on high.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Rev 7:9] Who The Multitudes Can Number
Who the multitudes can number
In the mansions of the blest,
He can weigh the joys eternal
By those ransomed ones possessed;
Exiled now on earth no longer,
They have gained the Home of Rest.Happily at last delivered
From the mournful vale of tears,
Sweet is now their recollection
Of the sad and troubled years;
While fulfilled in all perfection
God’s eternal plan appears.They behold their tempter fallen,
Bound in everlasting chain;
Praising Christ their gracious Savior,
All unite in joyful strain,
Christ the great Reward and Portion
Which adoring spirits gain.Now in shadow and in figure,
Mirrored in imperfect light;
Then, as we are known, our knowledge
Shall be clear, unveiled, and bright;
For on God’s unclouded glory
We shall gaze with cleansèd sight.Then the Trinity of Persons
We shall face to face behold,
And the Unity of Substance
Shall its mystery unfold;
As the wondrous Triune Godhead
We adore in bliss untold.Courage, man, be strong, be faithful,
Whatsoe’er thy burden be,
For unbounded are the glories
Which thy sorrows work for thee;
Soon the light of light forever
Shall thine eyes with rapture see.God the Father, Fount of being,
Thee, most Highest, we adore;
God the Son, our praise and homage
We present Thy throne before;
Glorious Paraclete, we worship,
And we bless Thee evermore.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Rev 7:11] Around The Throne Of God
Around the throne of God
The host angelic throngs;
They spread their palms abroad,
And shout perpetual songs:
Him first they own, Him last and best;
God ever blest, and God alone.Their golden crowns they fling
Before His throne of light,
And strike the rapturous string,
Unceasing, day and night:
“Earth, Heav’n, and sea, Thy praise declare;
For Thine they are, and Thine shall be.“O holy, holy, Lord,
Creation’s sovereign King!
Thy majesty adored
Let all creation sing;
Who wast, and art, and art to be;
Nor time shall see Thy sway depart.“Great are Thy works of praise,
O God of boundless might;
All just and true Thy ways,
Thou King of saints, in light:
Let all above, and all below,
Conspire to show Thy power and love.“Who shall not fear Thee, Lord,
And magnify Thy Name?
Thy judgments, sent abroad,
Thy holiness proclaim:
Nations shall throng from every shore,
And all adore in one loud song.”While thus the powers on high
Their swelling chorus raise,
Let earth and man reply,
And echo back the praise:
His glory own, first, last and best;
God ever blest, and God alone.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Rev 7:11] Father, Before Thy Throne Of Light
Father, before Thy throne of light
The guardian angels bend,
And ever in Thy presence bright
Their psalms adoring blend;
And casting down each golden crown,
Beside the crystal sea,
With voice and lyre, in happy quire,
Hymn glory, Lord, to Thee.And as the rainbow luster falls
Athwart their glowing wings,
While seraph unto seraph calls,
And each Thy goodness sings;
So may we feel, as low we kneel
To pray Thee for Thy grace,
That Thou art here for all who fear
The brightness of Thy face.Here, where the angels see us come
To worship day by day,
Teach us to seek our heav’nly home,
And love Thee e’en as they;
Teach us to raise our notes of praise,
With them Thy love to own,
That childhood’s flower and manhood’s power
Be Thine, and Thine alone.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Rev 7:11] Our Day Of Praise Is Done
Our day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire;
But O the strains, how full and clear,
Of that eternal choir!Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels’ music still
May bear our lower part.’Tis Thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
Of glory to Thy Name.A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Rev 7:11] Ye Angels Who Stand Round The Throne
Ye angels who stand round the throne,
And view my Immanuel’s face,
In rapturous songs make Him known;
O tune your soft harps to His praise.
He formed you the spirits you are,
So happy, so noble, so good;
While others sank down in despair,
Confirmed by His power, you stood.Ye saints who stand nearer than they,
And cast your bright crowns at His feet,
His grace and His glory display,
And all His rich mercy repeat:
He snatched you from hell and the grave,
He ransomed from death and despair;
For you He was mighty to save,
Almighty to bring you safe there.O when will the period appear
When I shall unite in your song?
I’m weary of lingering here,
And I to your Savior belong;
I’m fettered and chained up in clay,
I struggle and pant to be free;
I long to be soaring away,
My God and my Savior to see.I want to put on my attire,
Washed white in the blood of the Lamb;
I want to be one with your choir,
And tune my sweet harp to His Name.
I want—O I want to be there,
Where sorrow and sin bid adieu,
Your joy and your friendship to share,
To wonder and worship with you.Play source: Cyberhymnal
