“These glorious minds! how bright they shine

"These glorious minds! how bright they shine!Whence all their white array?How came they to the happy seatsOf everlasting day?"

From torturing pains to endless joysOn fiery wheels they rode,And strangely washed their raiment whiteIn Jesus' dying blood.

Now they approach th' eternal God,And bow before his throne;Their warbling harps and sacred songsAdore the Holy One.

The unveiled glories of his faceAmong his saints reside,While the rich treasure of his graceSees all their wants supplied.

Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,And hunger flee as fast;The fruit of life's immortal treeShall be their sweet repast.

The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flockWhere living fountains rise;And love divine shall wipe awayThe sorrows of their eyes.