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H. S. Cutler, 1872
The Son of God goes forth to war, Aking - ly crown to gain;
His blood-red ban-ner streams a - far, Who fol-lows in
Who best can drink his cup
of woe, Tri - um-phant o - ver pain,
Who pa- tient bears his cross be - low, He fol - lows in
2 That martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky;
And called on Him to save; Like Him, with pardon on His tongue;
In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the
wrong: Who follows in His train? 3 A noble band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came,
They met the tyrant's brandished
The lion's gory mane, (steel, They bowed their necks the stroke to
feel: Who follows in their train? 4 A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid, Around the Savior's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
R. Heber, publ. 1827
host, ar-rayed in white, Like thousand snow-clad moun-tains bright,
With palms they stand—Who are this band Be - fore the throne of light?
these are they, of glo-rious fame, Who from the great af - flic-tion came
2 Despised and scorned they sojourned 3 Then hail! ye mighty legions, yea, here,
All hail! now safe and blest for aye; But now, how glorious they appear! And praise the Lord, who with His Those martyrs stand, a priestly band, Sustained you on the way. (word God's throne forever near.
Ye did the joys of earth disdain, So oft, in troubled days gone by,
Ye toiled and sowed in tears and pain; In anguish they would weep and sigh; Farewell, now bring your sheaves, At home above the God of love
Salvation's glad refrain. [and sing For aye their tears shall dry.
Swing high your palms, lift up your They now enjoy their sabbath rest,
song, The paschal banquet of the blest; Yea, make it myriad voices strong: The Lamb, their Lord, at festal board Eternally shall praise to Thee, Himself is host and guest.
God, and the Lamb belong!
H. A. Brorson, ca. 1760 8, 8, 8, 6. 12L.
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Be-hold a host, ar-rayed in white, Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright,
Their anthems swell where God
doth dwell ’Mid an- gels' songs of praise.
2 Who are these of dazzling bright- 4 These are they whose hearts were ness,
riven, These in God's own truth arrayed, Sore with woe and anguish tried, Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Who in prayer full oft have striven
Robes whose luster ne'er shall fade, With the God they glorified: Ne'er be touched by time's rude Now, their painful conflict o'er, hand?
God has bid them weep no more. Whence comes all this glorious band? 5 These
Dandr 5 These, like priests, have watched and 3 These are they who have contended
waited, For their Savior's honor long,
Offering up to Christ their will, Wrestling on till life was ended,
Soul and body consecrated, Following not the sinful throng;
Day and night they serve Him still. These, who well the fight sustained, Now in God's most holy place, Triumph by the Lamb have gained. Blest they stand before His face.