1 For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever 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 blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle; they in glory shine.
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
4 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave again and arms are strong.
5 The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest;
And sweet the calm of Paradise, the blest.
6 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of glory passes on His way.
7 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
Thro' 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 W. How, 1823-1897|
|Topic:||All Saints Day; Funeral Hymns|
|Composer:||R. Vaughan Williams, b. 1872|
|Copyright:||Music from "The English Hymnal" Used by permission of Oxford University Press, London|