Who Are These Like Stars Appearing

Who Are These Like Stars Appearing,
These Before God’s Throne Who Stand?
Each A Golden Crown Is Wearing;
Who Are All This Glorious Band?
Alleluia, Hark, They Sing,
Praising Loud Their Heavenly King.

Who Are These Of Dazzling Brightness,
Clothed In God’s Own Righteousness,
These, Whose Robes Of Purest Whiteness
Shall Their Luster Still Possess,
Still Untouched By Time’s Rude Hand -
Whence Came All This Glorious Band?

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.

These Are They Whose Hearts Were Riven,
Sore With Woe And Anguish Tried,
Who In Prayer Full Oft Have Striven
With The God They Glorified;
Now, Their Painful Conflict Over,
God Has Bid Them Weep No More.

These, The Almighty Contemplating,
Did As Priest Before Him Stand,
Soul And Body, Always Waiting
Day And Night At His Command:
Now, In God’s Most Holy Place
Blest They Stand Before His Face.