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C. Wordsworth

Hark, the sound of holy voices, chanting at the crystal sea,

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! LORD, to Thee.

Multitude, which none can number, like the stars in glory stand,

Clothed in white apparel, holding palms of Victory in their hand.

They have come from tribulation, and have wash'd their robes in Blood,

Wash'd them in the Blood of JESUS; tried they were, and firm they stood:

Gladly, LORD, with Thee they suffer'd; gladly, LORD, with Thee they died,

And by Death to Life immortal they were born and glorified.

Now they reign in heavenly glory, now they walk with golden light,

Now they drink as from a river, holy bliss and infinite;

Love and Peace they taste for ever; and all Truth and Knowledge see

In the beatific vision of the Blesséd Trinity.

GOD of GOD, the One-begotten, Light of Light, Emmanuel,

In Whose Body join'd together all the Saints for ever dwell,

Pour upon us of Thy fulness, that we may for evermore

GOD the Father, GOD the Son, and GOD the Holy Ghost adore.

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