See here this robe of purest white;
one hand did weave it all.
I dare not add one thread to it;
I've none unstained by gall.
It's made with intricate design;
it needs no ornament.
And He that wove it to my soul
this garment did present.
It's made to cover scar and sin,
and guilt and grievous shame.
The One who made it bought it dear,
and Holy is His name.
I wear it now; I'll wear it too
upon the coming Day
in which the elements shall melt,
the heavens pass away.
This is my cov'ring, bright and good,
this is my wedding-dress,
all pure and washed in sacred blood:
Jesus, Your righteousness.
By D.E. Young
After these things I looked, and behold, a great multitude which no one could number, of all nations, tribes, peoples, and tongues, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, saying, "Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!"
All the angels stood around the throne and the elders and the four living creatures, and fell on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying: "Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom, Thanksgiving and honor and power and might, Be to our God forever and ever. Amen."
Then one of the elders answered, saying to me, "Who are these arrayed in white robes, and where did they come from?" And I said to him, "Sir, you know." So he said to me, "These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. "Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple. And He who sits on the throne will dwell among them. "They shall neither hunger anymore nor thirst anymore; the sun shall not strike them, nor any heat; "for the Lamb who is in the midst of the throne will shepherd them and lead them to living fountains of waters. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."