"Behold a Host, Arrayed in White" by Hans A. Brorson, 1694-1764 Text From: THE LUTHERAN HYMNAL (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1941) 1. 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' songs of praise. 2. Despised and scorned, they sojourned here; But now, how glorious they must 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. 3. 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. Ye did the joys of earth disdain, Ye toiled and sowed in tears and pain. Farewell, now bring your sheaves and sing Salvation's glad refrain. Swing high your palms, lift up your song, Yea, make it myriad voices strong, Eternally shall praise to Thee, God, and the Lamb belong. ________________________________________________ Notes: Hymn #656 from _The Lutheran Hymnal_ Text: Revelation 7:13-17 Author: Hans A "Behold a Host, Arrayed in White" by Hans A. Brorson, 1694-1764 Text From: THE LUTHERAN HYMNAL (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1941) 1. 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' songs of praise. 2. Despised and scorned, they sojourned here; But now, how glorious they must 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. 3. 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. Ye did the joys of earth disdain, Ye toiled and sowed in tears and pain. Farewell, now bring your sheaves and sing Salvation's glad refrain. Swing high your palms, lift up your song, Yea, make it myriad voices strong, Eternally shall praise to Thee, God, and the Lamb belong. ________________________________________________ Notes: Hymn #656 from _The Lutheran Hymnal_ Text: Revelation 7:13-17 Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, c. 1760 Translated by: composite Titled: "Den store hvide Flok vi se" Norwegian folk-tune, c. 1600 Tune: "Great White Host" Arranged by: Edvard H. Grieg, 1907, ad. _______________________________________________________________ This text was converted to ascii format for Project Wittenberg by Marilyn F. Gardner and is in the public domain. You may freely distribute, copy or print this text. Please direct any comments or suggestions to: Rev. Robert E. Smith of the Walther Library at Concordia Theological Seminary. E-mail: bob_smith@ctsfw.edu Surface Mail: 6600 N. Clinton St., Ft. Wayne, IN 46825 USA Phone: (219) 452-2148 Fax: (219) 452-2126 _______________________________________________________________