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The saints of God! their conflict past

Author: Bishop Maclagan 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 #175 (1894) Topics: All Saints First Line: The saints of God! their conflict pass 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: [The saints of God! their conflict past]

The saints of God! their conflict pass

Author: W. D. Maclagan Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #175b (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. Tune Title: SAINTS OF GOD

O when the saints go marching in

Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #876 (2000) Topics: All Saints Children's Hymns and Songs; The Communion of Saints Children's Hymns and Songs Lyrics: 1 O when the saints go marching in, O when the saints go marching in, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. 2 O when they crown him Lord of all, O when they crown him Lord of all, I want to be in that number when they crown him Lord of all. 3 O when all knees bow at his name, O when all knees bow at his name, I want to be in that number when all knees bow at his name. 4 O when they sing the Saviour's praise, O when they sing the Saviour's praise, I want to be in that number when they sing the Saviour's praise. 5 O when the saints go marching in, O when the saints go marching in, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. Languages: English Tune Title: [O when the saints go marching in]

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.117 (1806) Topics: Sinner and saint's portion; Saints rewarded at last First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth Lyrics: The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 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. "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 cheerful passion And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. "Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed 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 your heads, ye saints, for heav'n rejoices. "Here," saith the Lord, "ye angels, spread their thrones And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons: Come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation "I am the Savior, 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. "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain: Thou hypocrite, once dressed in saints' attire, I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. "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. "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. "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charmed 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. "Unthinking wretch! how couldst 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 cheerful voices. "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, His hardened soul divine instruction hates." God is the Judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. "Silent I waited with long-suff'ring 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. "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 cheerful voices. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend: Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgment

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #91 (1786) Topics: Saints Reward at last; 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 sovereign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell tremble; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful 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; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When God appear,s all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heaven, 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 cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold my covenant stands forever 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 your heads, ye saints. for heaven rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones, "And near me set my favourites and my sons, "Come, my redeem'd possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward. When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. Pause the First. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "The sovereign Judge: ye heavens 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, and 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. Judgement proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 "Not for the want of goats, or bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain "Without the flames of love; in vain the store "Of brutal offerings 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 chatterings and fantastic 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 coul'd 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; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; "Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; "While the false flatterer at mine 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 nations join 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 deliverers near. Judgement concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Epiphonema. 15 "Sinners, awake betimes; ye souls be wise, "Awake before this dreadful morning rise; "Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend, "Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Then join, ye saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The Last Judgment

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #92 (1790) Topics: Saints Reward at last; 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 sovereign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell tremble; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful 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; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heaven, 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 cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold my covenant stands forever 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 your heads, ye saints. for heaven rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones, "And near me set my favourites and my sons. "Come, my redeem'd possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward. When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. Pause the First. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "The sovereign Judge: ye heavens 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, and 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; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 "Not for the want of goats, or bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain "Without the flames of love; in vain the store "Of brutal offerings 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 chatterings and fantastic 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 coul'd thou hope to please "A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? "While with my grace and statues on thy tongue "Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; "Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; "While the false flatterer at mine 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 nations join 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 deliverers near. Judgement concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Epiphonema. 15 "Sinners, awake betimes; ye souls be wise; "Awake before this dreadful morning rise; "Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend, "Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Then join, ye saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The Last Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #97 (1786) Topics: Saints Reward at last; 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 sovereign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell tremble; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful 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; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heaven, 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 cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold my covenant stands forever 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 your heads, ye saints. for heaven rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones, "And near me seat my favourites and my sons, "Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward. When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. Pause the First. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "The sovereign Judge: ye heavens 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, and 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. Judgement proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 "Not for the want of goats, or bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain "Without the flames of love; in vain the store "Of brutal offerings 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 chatterings and fantastic 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. Judgement proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; "Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; "While the false flatterer at mine 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 nations join t' adore him; Judgement 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 deliverers near. Judgement concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Epiphonema. 15 "Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools be wise, "Awake before this dreadful morning rise; "Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend, "Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. "Then join, ye saints, wake every cheerful passion; "When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #97 (1787) Topics: Saints Reward at last; 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 sovereign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell tremble; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful 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; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heaven, 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 cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold my covenant stands forever 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 your heads, ye saints. for heaven rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones, "And near me seat my favourites and my sons, "Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward. When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. Pause the First. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "The sovereign Judge: ye heavens 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, and 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. Judgement proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 "Not for the want of goats, or bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain "Without the flames of love; in vain the store "Of brutal offerings 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, & 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 chatterings and fantastic 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. Judgement proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; "Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; "While the false flatterer at mine 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 nations join t' adore him; Judgement 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 deliverers near. Judgement concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Epiphonema. 15 "Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools be wise, "Awake before this dreadful morning rise; "Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend, "Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Then join, ye saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The saints of God! their conflict past

Author: William Dalrymple Maclagan, 1826 - 1910 Hymnal: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #145 (1958) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Saints' Days - Minor Festivals 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 the Lord: O happy saints, for ever blest, At Jesus' feet how safe your 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, for ever 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, for ever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! A-men. 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: NYBERG

The saints of God! their conflict pass

Author: W. D. Maclagan Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #170 (1920) Topics: Holy Days 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 the Lord: O happy saints for ever 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 appal; O happy saints! for ever 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! for ever 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! Languages: English Tune Title: BEATI