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 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)|
|Topic:||Funerals; Christ: Rock; Christians: Triumph of(3 more...)|
|Composer:||Ralph Vaughan Williams (1906)|
|Copyright:||Tune from the English Hymnal by permission of Oxford University Press.|