The same; or, The martyrs glorified. <br /> <br />Rev. 7:13ff. <br /> <br />"These glorious minds, how bright they shine! <br />Whence all their white array? <br />How came they to the happy seats <br />Of everlasting day?" <br /> <br />From torturing pains to endless joys <br />On fiery wheels they rode, <br />And strangely washed their raiment white <br />In Jesus' dying blood. <br /> <br />Now they approach a spotless God, <br />And bow before his throne <br />Their warbling harps and sacred songs <br />Adore the Holy One. <br /> <br />The unveiled glories of his face <br />Amongst his saints reside, <br />While the rich treasure of his grace <br />Sees all their wants supplied. <br /> <br />Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, <br />And hunger flee as fast; <br />The fruit of life's immortal tree <br />Shall be their sweet repast. <br /> <br />The Lamb shall lead his heav'nly flock <br />Where living fountains rise; <br />And love divine shall wipe away <br />The sorrows of their eyes.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-41/
