Bill Gaither
These Are They
The oceans give up
All the dead that are in them
The graves open wide to set 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 gone 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 cloud of witnesses
Sings freedom's song
As they enter the country
Built by their own Father
The promised homeland
They've looked for so long

All the strangers and pilgrims
Are 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 gone through much sorrow
Into great jubilation
They're redeemed by the blood of the Lamb
They're redeemed by the blood of the Lamb
The Lamb!