428. Lo, round the Throne, a glorious band

Lo, round the Throne, a glorious band,

The saints in countless myriads stand,

Of every tongue redeemed to God,

Arrayed in garments washed in Blood.

Through tribulation great they came;

They bore the cross, despised the shame;

From all their labours now they rest,

In God's eternal glory blest.

They see their Saviour face to face,

And sing the triumphs of His grace;

Him day and night they ceaseless praise;

To Him the loud thanksgiving raise:

" Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain,

Through endless years to live and reign;

Thou hast redeemed us by Thy Blood

And made us kings and priests to God."

O may we tread the sacred road

That holy saints and martyrs trod;

Wage to the end the glorious strife,

And win, like them, a crown of life.