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 And all the pilgrims and all the strangers Will be no longer strangers All the tired and the weary wanderers They will wander no more The table is spread for the great celebration And the "Welcome Home" banner Flies over the door