Who are these like stars appearing,

These, before God’s throne who stand?

Each a golden crown is wearing

Who are all this glorious band?

Halelujah! hark, they sing,

Praising loud their heavenly King.

Who are these in dazzling brightness,

Clothed in God’s own righteousness;

These, whose robes of purest whiteness

Shall their lustre still possess,

Still untouch’d by time’s rude hand?

Whence come all this glorious tend?

These are they who have contended

For their Saviour's honour long.

Wrestling on till life was ended,

Following not the sinful throng;

These, who well the fight sustained,

Triumph the Lamb have gained.

These are they whose hearts were riven,

Sore with woe and anguish tried;

Who in pray'rfull oft have striven

With the God they glorified,

Now their painful conflicts o’er,

God has bid them weep no more.

These are they who watch'd and waited,

Offering up to Christ their will,

Soul and body consecrated

Day and night to serve Him still;

Now win God’s most holy place

Blest they stand before His face.