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3 And still the Church through all her days

Uplifts the strains that never cease, The blessed Virgin's hymn of praise,

The aged Simeon's words of peace.

40 happy saint! whose sacred page,

So rich in words of truth and love, Pours on the Church from age to age

This healing unction from above•

5 The witness of the Saviour's life,

The great apostle's chosen friend
Through weary years of toil and strife,

And still found faithful to the end.

6 So grant us, Lord, like him to live,

Beloved by man, approved by thee, Till thou at last the summons give, And we, with him, thy face shall see.

William D. Maclagan, 1878

Also the following 288 Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measures



POR thy dear saints, O Lord,

Who strove in thee to live,
Who followed thee, obeyed, adored,

Our grateful hymn receive.

2 For thy dear saints, O Lord,

Who strove in thee to die,
Who counted thee their great reward,

Accept our thankful cry.

3 Thine earthly members fit

To join thy saints above, In one communion ever knit,

One fellowship of love.
4 Jesus, thy Name we bless,

And humbly pray that we
May follow them in holiness,
Who lived and died for thee. Amen.

ant, 1887, alt.



Six 8's THE 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! 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!
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!

William D. Maclagan, 1870

295 FOR FOR all the saints, who from their

labours rest, Who thee by faith before the world con

fessed, Thy Name, O Jesus, be for ever blessed,


2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and

their Might: Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well

fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, the one true Light.


30 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 O blest communion, fellowship divine!

We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine.


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. 6 The golden evening brightens in the west;

Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.

Alleluia. 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. 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! Amen.

W. Walsham How, 1864 296 THO are these like stars appearing, These, before God's throne who

stand? Each a golden crown is wearing; Who are all this glorious band?

Alleluia! hark, they sing,

Praising loud their heavenly King. 2 Who are these of dazzling brightness,

These in God's own truth arrayed,
Clad in robes of purest whiteness,
Robes whose luster ne'er shall fade,

Ne'er be touched by time's rude hand?
Whence comes all this glorious band?


3 These are they who have contended

For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng:

These, who well the fight sustained,

Triumph by the Lamb have gained. 4 These are they whose hearts were riven,

Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified:

Now, their painful conflict o'er,
God has, bid them weep no more.

5 These, like priests, have watched and

Offering up to Christ their will,
Soul and body consecrated,
Day and night they serve him still.

Now in God's most holy place,
Blest they stand before his face.

Heinrich T. Schenck, 1719;
Tr. Frances E. Cox, 1841, rev. 1864

297 D. HA ARK! the sound of holy voices,

Chanting at the crystal sea, Alleluia, alleluia,

Alleluia, Lord, to thee: Multitude which none can number

Like the stars in glory stands, Clothed in white apparel, holding

Palms of victory in their hands. 2 Patriarch, and holy prophet,

Who prepared the way for Christ, King, apostle, saint, confessor,

Martyr and evangelist;

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