Behold a host, arrayed in white,
Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright;
With palms they stand. Who is this band
Before the throne of light?
These are the saints of glorious fame,
Who from the great affliction came
And in the flood Of Jesus' blood
Are cleansed from guilt and blame.
Now gathered in the holy place,
Their voices they in worship raise.
Their anthems swell Where God does dwell
Mid angels' songs of praise.

Despised and scorned, they sojourned here;
But now, how glorious they appear!
Those martyrs stand, A priestly band,
God's throne forever near.
So oft in troubled days gone by,
In anguish they would weep and sigh;
At home above The God of love
Fore'er their tears shall dry.
They now enjoy the Sabbath rest,
The heav'nly banquet of the blest;
The Lamb, their Lord, At festive board
Himself is host and guest.

O blessed legions resting there,
You now are safe and blessed fore’er.
So praise the Lord, who with His Word
Sustained you on the way.
You did the joys of earth disdain.
You toiled and sowed in tears and pain.
Rejoice and bring your fruits and sing
Salvation’s glad refrain.
Lift high your palms and raise your song,
With blood, you purchased men for God.
Let every voice in heav'n rejoice,
To God you now belong!

Text st.1,2: public domain. Text st.3: Koiné, Judas on Straight Street Publications.
Tune: public domain.