Mark

I beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like the pure wool: his throne was like the fiery flame, and his wheels as burning fire.

And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.

His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:

And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering.

And straightway all the people, when they beheld him, were greatly amazed, and running to him saluted him.