Behold a Host, Arrayed in White, hymn

Behold the host arrayed in white,

Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright,

With palms they stand — Who is this band

Before the throne of white? 

These are the ransomed throng, the same

That from the tribulation came

And in the flood Of Jesus’ blood

Are cleansed from guilt and shame 

And now arrayed in robes made white

They GOd are serving day and night

And anthems swell Where God doth dwell

‘Mid angels in the height. 

Lift up your voice, wave palms again,

And swell the everlasting song:

All glory be, O God, to Thee,

And to the Lamb belong