|Text:||For All the Saints Who from Their Labors Rest|
|Author:||William Walsham How|
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 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 O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
5 And when the fight is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
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 Who from Their Labors Rest|
|Author:||William Walsham How (1864)|
|Meter:||10. 10. 10. 4.|
|Topic:||All Saints' Day; Christ: Captain; Church, The: Church Triumphant(5 more...)|