For All the Saints Who from Their Labours Rest

2. 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!

3. For the apostles' glorious company
Who, bearing forth the cross o'er land and sea,
Shook all the mighty world, we sing to Thee.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

4. For the evangelists, by whose pure word
Like fourfold stream, the garden of the Lord
Is fair and fruitful, be Thy name adored.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

5. For martyrs who with rapture-kindled eye
Saw the bright crown descending from the sky
And, dying, grasped it, Thee we glorify.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

7. O blest communion, fellowship divine,
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

8. The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest.
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

9. And when the fight is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

10. 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!