1 For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy Name, O Jesus, be for ever blest.
2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
3 O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor's crown of gold.
4 The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
5 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of Glory passes on his way.
6 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
|First Line:||For all the saints who from their labors rest|
|Title:||For All the Saints|
|Author:||William Walsham How (1864, 1875)|
|Scripture:||Hebrews 11; Revelation 14:13|
|Topic:||Funerals; Christ: Rock; Christians: Triumph of3 more...|
|Composer:||Ralph Vaughan Williams (1906)|
|Copyright:||Tune from the English Hymnal by permission of Oxford University Press.|