For All the Saints

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For all the saints, who from their la bors rest, Who thee by faith be Thou wast their rock, their for tress and their might; Thou, Lord, their Cap tain diers, faith ful, true and bold; Fight as the saints who O may thy sol ion, fel low ship di vine! We fee bly strug gle, O blest com mun the ear the And when the strife is fierce, the war fare long, Steals on ning bright ens in the west; Soon, The gold en eve soon to faith ful But lo! there breaks a more glo rious day; The saints tri umph ant yet From earth's wide bounds, from o pearl streams cean's far thest coast, Through gates of

fore the world con fessed, Thy name, O Je in their well fought fight; Thou, in the dark no bly fought of old; And win, with them, shine; Yet all ry glo are one they in umph song, And hearts are brave dis tant tri war riors com eth rest; Sweet is the calm of rise in bright ar ray; The King of glo in the count less host, Sing ing to Fa

sus, be for ev er blessed, ness drear, their one true light, the vic tor's crown of gold. are thine. in thee for all a gain and arms are strong. par a blest. dise the ry pass es his way. on ther, Son, and Ho ly Ghost:

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