1. 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?
   Lo, these are they 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 doth dwell,
   Mid angels’ songs of praise.

2. 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
   For aye their tears shall dry.
   They now enjoy the Sabbath rest,
   The paschal banquet of the blest;
   The Lamb, their Lord,
   At festal board
   Himself is Host and Guest.

3. Then hail, ye mighty legions, yea,
   All hail! Now safe and blest for aye,
   And praise the Lord,
   Who with His Word
   Sustained you on the way.
   Ye did the joys of earth disdain,
   Ye toiled and sowed in tears and pain,
   Farewell, now bring
   Your sheaves and sing
   Salvation’s glad refrain.
   Swing high your palms, life up your song,
   Yea, make it myriad voices strong.
   Eternally
   Shall praise to Thee,
   God, and the Lamb belong.

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Hans A. Brorson, c. 1760
Tr. composite
Source: The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, No. 656