R. V. Williams
FOR all the saints who from their labours rest
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed
Thy Name, O Jesu, be forever blest.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
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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! Alleluia!
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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! Alleluia!
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O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle; they in glory shine
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
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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! Alleluia!
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The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest;
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
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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! Alleluia!
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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! Alleluia!
