Who are these arrayed in white? (Samuel Sebastian Wesley)

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  • (Posted 2016-11-24)  CPDL #42028:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-11-24).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 30 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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  • (Posted 2007-11-14)  CPDL #15419:         
Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-11-13).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 27 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: SATB version in English from the Cyber Hymnal™

General Information

Title: Who are these arrayed in white?
Composer: Louis Spohr
Arranger: Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Tune: Leyden
Lyricist: Charles Wesley

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 77. 77. D

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

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Original text and translations

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1  Who are these arrayed in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun?
Foremost of the sons of light;
Nearest the eternal throne?
These are they that bore the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood;
Sufferers in His righteous cause,
Followers of the dying God.

2  Out of great distress they came,
Washed their robes by faith below,
In the blood of yonder Lamb,
Blood that washes white as snow:
Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Maker day and night:
God resides among His own,
God doth in His saints delight.


3  More than conquerors at last,
Here they find their trials o’er;
They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now and thirst no more:
No excessive heat they feel
From the sun’s directed ray;
In a milder clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day.

4  He that on the throne doth reign,
Them the Lamb shall always feed,
With the tree of life sustain,
To the living fountains lead;
He shall all their sorrows chase,
All their wants at once remove,
Wipe the tears from every face,
Fill up every soul with love.