1 From all Thy saints in warfare,
For all Thy saints at rest,
To Thee, O blessèd Jesus,
All praises be addressed.
Thou, Lord, didst win the battle,
That they might conqu'rors be;
Their crowns of living glory
Are lit with rays from Thee.
2 Apostles, prophets, martyrs,
And all the sacred throng
Who wear the spotless raiment,
Who raise the ceaseless song;
For these, passed on before us,
Savior, we Thee adore,
And walking in their footsteps,
Would serve Thee more and more.
3 Then praise we God the Father,
And praise we God the Son,
And God the Holy Spirit,
Eternal Three in One;
Till all the ransomed number
Fall down before the throne,
And honor, pow'r, and glory
Ascribe to God alone.
|First Line:||From all Thy saints in warfare|
|Title:||From All Thy Saints in Warfare|
|Author:||H. B. Nelson, 1823-1913|
|Meter:||76 76 76 76|
|Topic:||Saints and Martyrs|
|Notes:||Hymn text, suggested tune AURELIA|