1 Who are these, like stars appearing,
hese before God'sThrone who stand?
Each a golden crown is wearing;
Who are all this glorious band?
Hallelujah, hark!they sing,
Praising loud their heavenly King.
2 Who are these of dazzling brightness
As the angels now arrayed?
Clad in robes of purest whiteness,
Robes whose lustre ne'er shall fade,
Ne'er be touched by time's rude handÂ
Whence came all this glorious band?
3 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 through the Lamb have gained.