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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn 40</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The business and blessedness of glorified saints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rev. 7:13ff. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What happy men, or angels, these,<br>That all their robes are spotless white?<br>Whence did this glorious troop arrive<br>At the pure realms of heav'nly light?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From torturing racks, and burning fires,<br>And seas of their own blood, they came;<br>But nobler blood has washed their robes,<br>Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they approach th' Almighty throne<br>With loud hosannahs night and day;<br>Sweet anthems to the great Three One<br>Measure their blest eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more shall hunger pain their souls;<br>He bids their parching thirst begone,<br>And spreads the shadow of his wings<br>To screen them from the scorching sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lamb that fills the middle throne<br>Shall shed around his milder beams;<br>There shall they feast on his rich love,<br>And drink full joys from living streams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus shall their mighty bliss renew<br>Through the vast round of endless years;<br>And the soft hand of sovereign grace<br>Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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Rev. 7:13ff. 

&quot;What happy men, or angels, these,
That all their robes are spotless white?
Whence did this glorious troop arrive
At the pure realms of heav'nly light?&quot;

From torturing ra..."></div>
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