| For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesus, be for ever blessed, | | 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. | | 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. | | O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. | | 271 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. | | The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. | | But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of glory passes on his way. | | 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, | |