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The saints of God! their conflict pass

Author: W. D. Maclagan Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #175a (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: All Saints Lyrics: 1 The saints of God! their conflict past, And life's long battle won at last, No more they need the shield or sword, They cast them down before their Lord: O happy saints! forever blest, At Jesus' feet how safe you rest! 2 The saints of God! their wanderings done, No more their weary course they run, No more they faint, no more they fall, No foes oppress, no fears appall: O happy saints! forever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest! 3 The saints of God! life's voyage o'er, Safe landed on that blissful shore, No stormy tempests now they dread, No roaring billows lift their head: O happy saints! forever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! 4 The saints of God their vigil keep, While yet their mortal bodies sleep, Till from the dust they too shall rise And soar triumphant to the skies: O happy saints! rejoice and sing; He quickly comes, your Lord and King! 5 O God of saints! to Thee we cry, O Saviour! plead for us on high; O Holy Ghost! our Guide and Friend, Grant us Thy grace till life shall end; That with all saints our rest may be In that bright Paradise with Thee! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: BEATI

The saints of God! their conflict past

Author: William D. Maclagen Hymnal: The Hymnal #294 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Holy Days All Saints Lyrics: The saints of God! their conflict past, And life's long battle won at last, No more they need the shield or sword, They cast them down before their Lord: O happy saints! for ever blest, At Jesus' feet how safe your rest! The saints of God! their wanderings done, No more their weary course they run, No more they faint, no more they fall, No foes oppress, no fears appall: O happy saints! for ever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest! The saints of God! life's voyage o'er, Safe landed on that blissful shore, No stormy tempests now they dread, No roaring billows lift their head: O happy saints! for ever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! The saints of God their vigil keep, While yet their mortal bodies sleep, Till from the dust they too shall rise And soar triumphant to the skies: O happy saints! rejoice and sing: He quickly comes, your Lord and King! 270 O God of saints! to thee we cry, O Savior! plead for us on high; O Holy Ghost! our Guide and Friend, Grant us thy grace till life shall end; That with all saints our rest may be In that bright Paradise with thee. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: BEATI

Saints of God

Author: Bob Hurd, b. 1950 Hymnal: Glory and Praise (3rd. ed.) #387 (2015) Topics: Saints; The Liturgical Year All Saints (November 1) First Line: I saw the souls of the saints beneath the altar Refrain First Line: Saints of God abiding Scripture: Hebrews 12:1 Languages: English Tune Title: [I saw the souls of the saints beneath the altar]

Saints of God

Author: Bob Hurd, b. 1950 Hymnal: Journeysongs (3rd ed.) #751 (2012) Topics: Saints; The Liturgical Year All Saints (November 1) First Line: I saw the souls of the saints beneath the altar Refrain First Line: Saints of God abiding Scripture: Hebrews 12:1 Languages: English Tune Title: [I saw the souls of the saints beneath the altar]

By all your saints still striving

Author: Horatio Bolton Nelson, 1823-1913 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #817 (2010) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Saints' and Other Holy Days All Saints Languages: English Tune Title: MUNICH

The God of Glory sends his Summons forth

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P50f (1766) Topics: Saints Reward at last Lyrics: 1 The God of Glory sends his Summons forth, Calls the South Nations and awakes the North; From East to West the sov'reign Orders spread, Thro' distant Worlds and Regions of the Dead. The Trumpet sounds; Hell trembles; Heaven rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 2 No more shall Atheists mock his long Delay; His Vengeance sleeps no more; behold the Day: Behold, the Judge descends; his Guards are nigh; Tempests and Fire attend him down the Sky. When God appears, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, draw near; let all Things come "To hear my Justice, and the Sinner's Doom; "But gather first my Saints, (the Judge commands) "Bring them, ye Angels, from their distant Lands. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. 4 "Behold, my Cov'nant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood, "And sign'd with all their Names; the Greek, the Jew, "That paid the antient Worship, or the new. There's no Distinction here; join all your Voices, And raise you Heads, ye Saints, for Heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye Angels, spread their Thrones, "And near me seat my Fav'rites and my Sons. "Come, my Redeem'd, possess the Joys prepar'd "E'er Time began; 'tis your divine Reward. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. Pause. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty GOD, "I am the Judge: Ye Heav'ns proclaim abroad "My just eternal Sentence, and declare "Those awful Truths that Sinners dread to hear. When GOD appears, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold Blasphemer & Profane, "Now feel my Wrath, nor call my Threatnings vain: "Thou Hypocrite, once drest in Saint's Attire, "I doom the painted Hypocrite to Fire. Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 8 "Not for the Want of Goats or Bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; Bulls and Goats are vain "Without the Flame of Love; in vain the Store Of brutal Off'rings that were mine before. Earth is the Lord's, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee Food? "When did I thirst or drink thy Bullocks Blood? Mine are the tamer Beasts and savage Breed, "Flocks, Herds, and Fields, and Forests where they feed. All is the Lord's, he rules the wide Creation; Gives Sinners Vengeance, and the Saints Salvation. 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, "Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastick Vows? "Are my Eyes charm'd thy Vestments to behold "Glaring in Gems, and gay in woven Gold? God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty, when his Vengeance rises. Pause the Second. 11 "Unthinking Wretch! how could'st thou hope to please "A GOD, a Spirit, with such Toys as these? "While with my Grace and Statutes on thy Tongue, "Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong; Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 12 "In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, "Thieves & Adult'rers are thy chosen Friends; "While the false Flatt'rer at my Altar waits, "His harden'd Soul divine Instruction hates. God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty when his Vengeance rises. 13 "Silent I waited with long-suffering Love; "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious Thought within, "That the All-holy would indulge thy Sin? See, God appears, all Nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and Sinners fall before him. 14 "Behold my Terrors now; my Thunders roll, "And thy own Crimes affright thy guilty Soul. "Now like a Lion shall my Vengeance tear "Thy bleeding Heart, and no Deliv'rer near." Judgment concludes; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. Epiphonema. Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful Morning rise, Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend. Then join the Saints; Wake ev'ry chearful Passion: When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgment

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #93 (1740) Topics: Saints Reward at last First Line: The God of Glory sends his Summons forth Lyrics: 1 The God of Glory sends his Summons forth, Calls the South Nations and awakes the North; From East to West the sov'reign Orders spread, Thro' distant Worlds and Regions of the Dead/ The Trumpet sounds; Hell trembles; Heaven rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 2 No more shall Atheists mock his long Delay; His Vengeance sleeps no more; behold the Day: Behold, the Judge descends; his Guards are nigh; Tempests and Fire attend him down the Sky. When God appears, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, draw near; let all Things come "To hear my Justice, and the Sinner's Doom; "But gather first my Saints, (the Judge commands) "Bring them, ye Angels, from their distant Lands. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. 4 "Behold, my Cov'nant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood, "And sign'd with all their Names; the Greek, the Jew, "That paid the ancient Worship, or the new. There's no Distinction here; join all your Voices, And raise you Heads, ye Saints, for Heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye Angels, spread their Thrones "And near me seat my Fav'rites and my Sons. "Come, my Redeem'd, possess the Joys prepar'd "E'er Time began; 'tis your divine Reward. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. Pause. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty GOD, "I am the Judge: Ye Heav'ns proclaim abroad "My just eternal Sentence, and declare "Those awful Truths that Sinners dread to hear. When GOD appears, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold Blasphemer & Profane, "Now feel my Wrath, nor call my Threatnings vain: "Thou Hypocrite, once drest in Saint's Attire, "I doom the painted Hypocrite to Fire. Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 8 "Not for the Want of Goats or Bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; Bulls and Goats are vain "Without the Flame of Love; in vain the Store Of brutal Off'rings that were mine before. Earth is the Lord's, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? "When did I thirst, or drink thy Bullocks Blood? Mine are the tamer Beasts and savage Breed, "Flocks, Herds, and Fields, and Forests where they feed. All is the Lord's, he rules the wide Creation; Gives Sinners Vengeance, and the Saints Salvation. 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, "Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastic Vows? "Are my Eyes charm'd thy Vestments to behold "Glaring in Bems, and gay in woven Gold? God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty, when his Vengeance rises. Pause. 11 "Unthinking Wretch! how could'st thou hope to please "A GOD, a Spirit, with such Toys as these? "While with my Grace and Statutes on thy Tongue, "Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong; Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 12 "In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, "Thieves & Adult'rers are thy chosen Friends; "While the false Flatt'rer at my Altar waits, "His harden'd Soul divine Instruction hates. God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty when his Vengeance rises. 13 "Silent I waited with long-suffering Love; "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious Thought within, "That the All-holy would indulge thy Sin? See, God appears, all Nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and Sinners fall before him. 14 "Behold my Terrors now; my Thunders roll, "And thy own Crimes affright thy guilty Soul. "Now like a Lion shall my Vengeance tear "Thy bleeding Heart, and no Deliv'rer near." Judgment concludes; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. Epiphonema. Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful Morning rise, Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend. Then join the Saints; Wake ev'ry chearful Passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

For all the saints, who from their labors rest

Author: Bp. W. W. How Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #176b (1894) Meter: Irregular Topics: All Saints Lyrics: 1 For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesu, be forever blest. Alleluia! Allleluia! 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. Alleluia! Allleluia! 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. Alleluia! Allleluia! 4 O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia! Allleluia! 5 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. Alleluia! Allleluia! 6 The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. Alleluia! Allleluia! 7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of Glory passes on His way. Alleluia! Allleluia! 8 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, Alleluia! Allleluia! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [For all the saints]

For all the saints, who from their labors rest

Author: W. W. How Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #176 (1898) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Topics: All Saints; All Saints; Processionals Saints' Days; Processionals Saints' Days Lyrics: 1 For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesu, be forever blest. Alleluia! Allleluia! 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. Alleluia! Allleluia! 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. Alleluia! Allleluia! 4 O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia! Allleluia! 5 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. Alleluia! Allleluia! 6 The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. Alleluia! Allleluia! 7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of Glory passes on His way. Alleluia! Allleluia! 8 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, Alleluia! Allleluia! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: SARUM

Oh, When the Saints Go Marching In

Hymnal: This Far By Faith #180 (1999) Topics: Saints Days Lyrics: 1 Oh, when the saints go marching in, oh, when the saints go marching in, O Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. 2 Oh, when the Lord in glory comes, oh, when the Lord in glory comes, O Lord, I want to be in that number when the Lord in glory comes. 3 Oh, when the new world is revealed, oh, when the new world is revealed, O Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed. 4 Oh, when they gather 'round the throne, oh, when they gather 'round the throne, O Lord, I want to be in that number when they gather 'round the throne. 5 Oh, when they crown him King of kings, oh, when they crown him King of kings, O Lord, I want to be in that number when they crown him King of kings. 6 And on the hallelujah day, and on that hallelujah day, O Lord, I want to be in that number on that hallelujah day. Scripture: Revelation 7 Languages: English Tune Title: [Oh, when the saints go marching in]