1 Behold the host arrayed in white
like thousand snow-clad mountains bright,
that stands with palms and sings its psalms
before the throne of light
These are the saints who kept God's word;
they are the honored of the Lord.
He is their prince who drowned their sins,
so they were cleansed, restored.
They now serve God both day and night;
they sing their songs in endless light.
Their anthems ring when they all sing
with angels shining bright.

2 On earth their work was not thought wise,
but see them now in heaven's eyes;
before God's throne of precious stone
they shout their victory cries.
On earth they wept through bitter years;
now God has wiped away their tears,
transformed their strife to heavenly life,
and freed them from their fears.
For now they have the best at last;
they keep their sweet eternal feast.
]At God's right hand our Lord commands;
he is both host and guest.

3 O blessed saints, now take your rest;
a thousand times shall you be blest
for keeping faith firm unto death
and scorning worldly trust.
For now you live at home with God
and harvest seeds once cast abroad
in tears and sighs. See with ne eyes
the pattern in the seed.
The myriad angels raise their song.
O saints, sing with that happy throng;
lift up one voice; let heaven rejoice
in our redeemer's song!