These Are They - David Phelps

The oceans give up all the dead that are in them

The graves open wide to set the captives free

And those who are roaming, the earth rise to meet them

Abraham’s seed as the sands of the sea

These are they who have come out of great tribulation

They have washed their robes in the blood of the lamb

They have come through much sorrow into great jubilation

They’re redeemed by the blood of the lamb

Like a strong mighty army their voices are ringing

The great crowd of witnesses sing freedom’s song

As they enter the country built by their own father

The promised homeland they’ve looked for so long

And all the strangers and pilgrims, they’re no longer strangers

All the tired weary wanderers, they wander no more

The table is spread for the great celebration

And the welcome home banner flies over the door

These are they who have come out of great tribulation

They have washed their robes in the blood of the lamb

They have come through much sorrow into great jubilation

They’re redeemed by the blood of the lamb

They’re redeemed by the blood of the lamb