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What Happy Men, or Angels, These?

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7411 Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: What happy men, or angels, these Lyrics: 1. What happy men, or angels, these, That all their robes are spotless white? Whence did this glorious troop arrive At the pure realms of heav’nly light? 2. From torturing racks and burning fires, And seas of their own blood they came; But nobler blood has washed their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. 3. Now they approach th’almighty throne, With loud hosannas night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One, Measure their blest eternity. 4. No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their paring thirst begone, And spreads the shadow of His wings To screen them from the parching sun. 5. The Lamb that fills the middle throne Shall shed around His milder beams; There shall they feast on His rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. 6. Thus shall their mighty bliss renew Through the vast round of endless years; And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears. Languages: English Tune Title: BREWER

What happy Men, or Angels, these

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.XL (1766) Lyrics: 1 What happy Men, or Angels, these, That all their Robes are spotless white? Whence did this glorious Troop arrive At the pure Realms of Heav'nly Light? 2 From tott'ring Racks and burning Fires, And Seas of their own Blood they came: But nobler Blood has wash'd their Robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. 3 Now they approach th' Almighty Throne With loud Hosannas Night and Day; Sweet Anthems to the Great Three One, Measure their blest Eternity. 4 No more shall Hunger pain their Souls, He bids their parching Thirst be gone, And spreads the Shadow of his Wings, To screen 'em from the scorching Sun. 5 The Lamb that fills the Middle Throne Shall shed around his milder Beams; There shall they feast on his rich Love, And drink full Joys from living Streams. 6 Thus shall their mighty Bliss renew Through the vast Round of endless Years, And the soft Hand of Sov'reign Grace Heals all their Wounds, and wipes their Tears. Topics: Blessedness and Business of Heaven; Spiritual Clothing; Glorified Martyrs and Saints Scripture: Revelation 7:13-17 Languages: English

What happy men, or angels these

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #688 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: "What happy men, or angels, these, That all their robes are spotless white? Whence did this glorious troop arrive At the pure realms of heav'nly light?" From torturing racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came; But nobler blood has washed their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. Now they approach th' Almighty throne With loud hosannahs night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three One Measure their blest eternity. No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst begone, And spreads the shadow of his wings To screen them from the scorching sun. The Lamb that fills the middle throne Shall shed around his milder beams; There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. Thus shall their mighty bliss renew Through the vast round of endless years; And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears. Scripture: Revelation 7:13-17 Languages: English