Behold, A Host, Arrayed in White

1. Be- hold a host, a- rrayed in white, Like thou- sand snow clad moun- tains bright, With palms they stand. Who is this band Be- fore the throne of light? Lo, these are they of glo- rious fame Who from the great a- fflic- tion came And in the flood of Je- sus' blood Are cleansed from guilt and blame. Now ga- thered in the ho- ly place Their voi- ces they in wor- ship raise, Their an- thems swell where God doth dwell, Mid an- gels song of praise.

2. Des- pised and scorned, they so- journed here; But now, how glo- rious they ap- pear! Those mar- tyrs stand a priest- ly band, God's throne for- ev- er near. So oft, in troub- led days gone by, In an- guish they would weep and sigh. At home a- bove the God of Love For aye their tears shall dry. They now en- joy their Sab- bath rest, The pas- chal ban- quet of the blest; The Lamb, their Lord, at fest- al board Him- self is Host and Guest.

3. Then hail, ye might- y le- gions, yea, All hail! Now safe and blest for aye, And praise the Lord, who with His Word Sus- tained you on the way. Ye did the joys of earth dis- dain, Ye toiled and sowed in tears and pain. Fare- well, now bring your sheaves and sing Sal- va- tion's glad re- frain. Swing high your palms, lift up your song, Yea, make it my- riad voi- ces strong. E- ter- nal- ly shall praise to Thee, God, and the Lamb be- long.