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 But then 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 and ocean's farthest coast,
through gates of pearl stream 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 (1864, alt.)|
|Topic:||Conflict, Spirtual; Funerals|
|Composer:||Ralph Vaughan Williams (1906)|
|Copyright:||Music used by permission of Oxford University Press|