949— For all the saints who from their labours
For all the saints who from their labours rest
Who to Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus, be ever blessed
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.
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!
O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle; they in glory shine!
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
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.
The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest;
Sweet is the calm paradise of the best.
But lo! There breaks a yet more glorious day;
He saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of Glory passes on His way,
From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son, Holy Ghost.