Lyrics These Are They - David Phelps

These Are They

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