Lo! round the throne, a glorious band
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Lo! round the throne, a glorious band,The saints in countless myriads stand;Of every tongue redeemed to God,Arrayed in garments washed in blood.
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Through tribulation great they came;They bore the cross, despised the shame;But now from all their labors restIn God's eternal glory blest.
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They see the Saviour face to face;They sing the triumph of his grace;And day and night, with ceaseless praise,To him their loud hosannas raise.
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O may we tread the sacred roadThat holy saints and martyrs trod,Wage to the end the glorious strife,And win, like them, a crown of life!