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?
 Those are the saints of glorious fame,
 Who from the great affliction came
 And in the flood 
 Of Jesus' blood
 Are cleansed from guilt and shame.
 They now serve God both day and night;
 They sing their songs in endless light.
 Their anthems ring
 As they all sing
 With angels shining bright.

 Despised and scorned, they sojourned here;
 But now, how glorious they appear!
 Those martyrs stand, 
 A priestly band,
 God's throne forever near.
 On earth they wept through bitter years;
 Now God has wiped away their tears,
 Transformed their strife
 To heav'nly life,
 They now enjoy the Sabbath rest,
 The heav'nly banquet of the blest;
 The Lamb, their Lord, 
 At festal board
 Himself is host and guest.

 O blessed saints in bright array
 Now safely home in endless day,
 Extol the Lord,
 Who with His Word
 Sustained you on the way.
 The steep and narrow path you trod;
 You toiled and sowed the Word abroad;
 Rejoice and bring
 Your fruits and sing
 Before the throne of God.
 The myriad angels raise their song;
 O saints, sing with that happy throng!
 Lift up one voice;
 Let heav'n rejoice
 In our Redeemer's song!

Mel : Traditional Norwegian 1600
      Arr. By Edvard Hagerup Grieg 1907 [DEN STORE HVIDE FLOK] Op. 30 Nr. 10
Text: Hans Adolf Brorson 1760 "Den store, hvide Flok"
EN  : Gracia Grindal "Behold A Host, Arrayed In White" / "Great White Host"
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 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.

 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.

 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.

Mel : Traditional Norwegian 1600
      Arr. By Edvard Hagerup Grieg 1907 [DEN STORE HVIDE FLOK] Op. 30 Nr. 10
Text: Hans Adolf Brorson 1760 "Den store, hvide Flok"
EN  : "Behold A Host, Arrayed In White" / "Great White Host"
      Lutheran Hymnal Hymn #656
Web : http://www.liederschatz.net