The business and blessedness of glorified saints. <br /> <br />Rev. 7:13ff. <br /> <br />"What happy men, or angels, these, <br />That all their robes are spotless white? <br />Whence did this glorious troop arrive <br />At the pure realms of heav'nly light?" <br /> <br />From torturing racks, and burning fires, <br />And seas of their own blood, they came; <br />But nobler blood has washed their robes, <br />Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. <br /> <br />Now they approach th' Almighty throne <br />With loud hosannahs night and day; <br />Sweet anthems to the great Three One <br />Measure their blest eternity. <br /> <br />No more shall hunger pain their souls; <br />He bids their parching thirst begone, <br />And spreads the shadow of his wings <br />To screen them from the scorching sun. <br /> <br />The Lamb that fills the middle throne <br />Shall shed around his milder beams; <br />There shall they feast on his rich love, <br />And drink full joys from living streams. <br /> <br />Thus shall their mighty bliss renew <br />Through the vast round of endless years; <br />And the soft hand of sovereign grace <br />Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-40/
