Who are these in bright array
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Who are these in bright array,This exulting, happy throng,Round the altar night and day,Singing one triumphant song?
Chorus.
Clean robes, white robesRobes for the righteous,Robes for the righteous,Wait in the vestry of the Lord,White robes wait for me.
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These through fiery trials trod;These through-great afflictions came;Now before the throne of God,Sealed with his almighty name;
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Clad in raiment pure and white,Victor palms in every hand,Through their great Redeemer's might,More than conquerors they stand.
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Joy and gladness banish sighs;Perfect love dispels all fears;And forever from their eyesGod shall wipe away their tears.