ALL SAINTS.
Reading edition
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7, 6, 8, 6, 8 l
Ten thousand times ten thousand In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light. ’Tis finished! all is finished, Their fight with death and sin; Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in. 2. What rush of alleluias Fills all the earth and sky! What ringing of a thousand harps Bespeaks the triumph nigh! O day, for which creation And all its tribes were made; O joy, for all its former woes A thousandfold repaid! 3. Oh, then, what raptured greetings On Canaan’s happy shore; What knitting severed friendships up, Where partings are no more! Then eyes with joy shall sparkle That brimmed with tears of late; Orphans no longer fatherless Nor widows desolate. 4. Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of Thine elect, Then take Thy power and reign. Appear, Desire of nations, Thine exiles long for home; Show in the heav’ns Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Savior, come!
H. Alford, 1867.
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S. M.
For all Thy saints, O Lord, Who strove in Thee to live, Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive. 2. For all Thy saints, O Lord, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Thee their great reward And strove in Thee to die. 3. They all in life and death, With Thee, their Lord, in view, Learned from Thy Holy Spirit’s breath To suffer and to do. 4. For this Thy name we bless And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness And live and die in Thee.
R. Mant, 1837, abr.
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8, 7, 8 l
Hark! the sound of holy voices Chanting o’er the crystal sea, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Lord, to Thee! Multitudes which none can number Like the stars in glory stand, Clothed in white apparel, holding Palms of vict’ry in their hand. 2. Patriarch, and holy prophet, Who prepared the way of Christ, King, apostle, saint, confessor, Martyr and evangelist, Saintly maiden, godly matron, Widows who have watched to prayer, Joined in holy concert, singing To the Lord of all, are there. 3. They have come from tribulation And have washed their robes in blood, Washed them in the blood of Jesus; Tried they were, and firm they stood. Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, Sawn asunder, slain with sword, They have conquered death and Satan By the might of Christ the Lord. 4. Marching with Thy cross, their banner, They have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation, Thee, their Savior 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. 5. 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 forever And all truth and knowledge see In the beatific vision Of the blessed Trinity.
C. Wordsworth, 1862.