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<h2>THESE GLORIOUS MINDS, HOW BRIGHT THEY SHINE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.” Revelation 7:14</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_watts_i.jpg" alt="Isaac Watts (1674-1748)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="132.666666666667" height="184.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>Hymns and Spiritual Songs</em>, 1707. A modified version appeared in <em>Hymns Ancient and Modern</em>, with a first line of “How bright these glorious spirits shine.”</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Bromsgrove,” Collins, 1789 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_r_bromsgrv.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>These glorious minds, how bright they shine!<br>
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Whence all their white array?<br>
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How came they to the happy seats<br>
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Of everlasting day?
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<p>From torturing pains to endless joys<br>
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On fiery wheels they rode,<br>
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And strangely washed their raiment white<br>
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In Jesus’ dying blood.</p>
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<p>Now they approach a spotless God,<br>
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And bow before His throne<br>
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Their warbling harps and sacred songs<br>
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Adore the Holy One.</p>
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<p>The unveiled glories of His face<br>
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Amongst His saints reside,<br>
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While the rich treasure of His grace<br>
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Sees all their wants supplied.</p>
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<p>Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,<br>
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And hunger flee as fast;<br>
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The fruit of life’s immortal tree<br>
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Shall be their sweet repast.</p>
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<p>The Lamb shall lead His heav’nly flock<br>
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Where living fountains rise;<br>
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And love divine shall wipe away<br>
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The sorrows of their eyes.</p>
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