"These Are They"

It was on a Lord's day morning
Out on a lonely isle
In the beauty of the dawning, oh yes
As John was in exile

He heard a voice resounding
Across the rolling sky, yeah, the rolling sky
Oh, like mighty, yes, like mighty billows bounding
Oh, John fell down on, yes, his knees

Well, these are they
From every, Lord, every na-nation
Who have washed, washed their gar-garments
Washed, washed them white

Oh, we coming on up
Coming on up through great tribulations
Oh, as they march, march all around
By God's throne