1 O King of saints, we give Thee praise and glory
For the bright cloud of witnesses unseen,
Whose names shine forth like stars, in sacred story,
Guiding our steps to realms of light serene;
2 And for Thy hidden saints, our praise adoring,
Fount of all sanctity, to Thee we yield,
Who in Thy treasure-house on high, art storing
Jewels who lustre was, on earth, concealed.
3 Thine arm sustained them all in conflict mortal
With sin, the world, and all the powers of hell;
Thy hand hath oped for all, the shining portal
To realms where peace and joy forever dwell.
4 There they are throned and white-robed elders, casting
Before the King of kings their crowns of gold;
And there are crowns and mansions everlasting,
And palms and harps for multitudes untold.
5 Though, in Thy service, we too oft have slumbered,
Like the ten virgins, foolish ones and wise;
Yet with Thy saints, may we at last be numbered,
And at Thy call with burning lamps arise.
|First Line:||O, King of saints, we give Thee praise and glory|
|Title:||O, King of saints, we give Thee praise and glory|
|Author:||Mrs. M. A. Thomson (1889)|
|Notes:||Tune name in index: SUPPLICATION|
|Name:||[O, King od saints, we give Thee praise and glory]|
|Composer:||W. H. Walter|