Behold a Host, Arrayed In White

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' song of praise
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 their Sabbath rest
The paschal banquet of the blest
The Lamb, their Lord, at festal board
Himself is Host and Guest
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
Swing high your palms, lift up your song
Yea, make it myriad voices strong
Eternally shall praise to Thee
God, and the Lamb belong
Eternally shall praise to Thee
God, and the Lamb belong