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Saintly maiden, godly matron,

Widows who have watched to prayer, Joined in holy concert, singing

To the Lord of all, are there.

3 Marching with thy cross, their banner,

They have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation,

Thee, their Saviour and their King. Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffered;

Gladly, Lord, with thee they died. And by death to life immortal

They were born and glorified.

4 Now they reign in heavenly glory,

Now they walk in golden light,
Now they drink, as from a river,

Holy bliss and infinite:
Love and peace they taste for ever,

And all truth and knowledge see
In the beatific vision
Of the blessèd Trinity.

Christopher Wordsworth, 1862



Eight 7's THO are these in bright array,

This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day,

Tuning their triumphant song? “Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,

Blessing, honour, glory, power, Wisdom, riches to obtain,

New dominion every hour.”

2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great affliction came; Now before the throne of God,

Sealed with his eternal Name:

Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,

More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed; Them the Lamb amidst the throne

Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;

Perfect love dispels their fears,
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away all tears.

James Montgomery, 1819, alt.


C.M. ET saints on earth in concert sing

With those whose work is done; For all the servants of our King

In heaven and earth are one.


2 One family, we dwell in him,

One Church, above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream of death.

3 One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,

And part are crossing now.

4 E'en now to their eternal home

There pass some spirits blest;
While others to the margin come,

Waiting their call to rest.

5 Jesus, be thou our constant Guide;

Then, when the word is given,
Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide,
And bring us safe to heaven. Amen.

Charles Wesley, 1759 300

O! what a cloud of witnesses

Encompass us around!
Men once like us with suffering tried,

But now with glory crowned.


2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspired,

Strive in the Christian race;
And, freed from every weight of sin,

Their holy footsteps trace.

3 Behold a Witness nobler still,

Who trod affliction's path; Jesus, the author, finisher,

Rewarder of our faith.

4 He, for the joy before him set,

And moved by pitying love,
Endured the cross, despised the shame,

And now he reigns above.

5 Thither, forgetting things behind,

Press we to God's right hand;
There, with the Saviour and his saints,
Triumphantly to stand.

Scotch Paraphrase, 1745 301

C.M. LIVE me the wings of faith to rise The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be.


2 Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came;

They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumph to his death. 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod,

His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their incarnate God,

Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise

For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven.

Isaac Watts, 1709

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C.M.D. TOW bright these glorious spirits shine!

Whence all their white array?
How came they to the blissful seats

Of everlasting day?
Lo, these are they from sufferings great,

Who came to realms of light:
And in the blood of Christ have washed

Those robes which shine so bright.
2 Now with triumphal palms they stand

Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love amidst

The glories of the sky.
His presence fills each heart with joy,

Tunes every mouth to sing;
By day, by night, the sacred courts

With glad hosannas ring.

3 The Lamb which reigns upon the throne

Shall o'er them still preside;
Feed them with nourishment divine,

And all their footsteps guide. 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,

Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.

Isaac Watts, 1707, and William Cameron, 1781

Also the following 85 The Son of God goes forth to war 266 Ye watchers and ye holy ones



Holy Communion


To be sung with the appropriate doxology.


C.M. PPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet,

For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,

And such, O Lord, am I.

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