616 7s, 6s. 81. From all Thy saints in warfare, For all thy saints at rest, All praises be addressed. That they might conquerors be ; Are lit with rays from Thee. 2 Apostles, prophets, martyrs, And all the sacred throng, Who raise the ceaseless song ; Saviour, we Thee adore, Would serve Thee more and more. 3 Then praise we God the Father, And praise we God the Son, Eternal Three in One ; Fall down before the throne, Earl Nelson. 617 S. M. Who strove in Thee to live, Our grateful hymn receive. 2 For all Thy saints, O Lord, Accept our thankful cry, 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. And humbly pray that we R. Mant. 618 8s, 7s. 81. THRO' the night of doubt and sorrow Onward goes the pilgrim band, Marching to the promised land. Gleams and burns the guiding light; Stepping fearless thro’ the night. O'er His ransomed people shed, Brightening all the path we tread : One, the faith which never tires, One, the hope our God inspires. 3 One, the strain which lips of thousands Lift as from the heart of one ; One, the march in God begun : On the far eternal shore, Reigns in love for evermore. 4 Onward therefore, pilgrim brothers, Onward, with the cross our aid ; Till we rest beneath its shade. Soon the rending of the tomb; B. S. Ingemann. Tr. S. Baring-Gould. 619 8s, 7s. 81. Hall! Thou God of grace and glory, Who Thy name hast magnified, By the Saviour crucified ; Flowing from the fount of love; And for hopes of bliss above. 2 Hear us, as thus bending lowly, Near Thy bright and burning throne, Through Thy well-beloved Son; Shed the Pentecostal fire; Waken, crown each good desire. 3 Bind Thy people, Lord, in union, With the sevenfold cord of love With the glorious hosts above ; Bow each heart, and bend each knee, T. W. Aveling. 620 78. 81. What are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, Hymning one triumphant song ? Blessing, honor, glory, power, New dominion every hour.” 2 These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came ; Seal'd with his eternal name, Victor-palms in every hand, More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown, On immortal fruits they feed ; Shall to living fountains lead : Perfect love dispels all fears ; J. Montgomery. 621 C. M. 81. With those to glory gone; In earth and heaven are one. One Church above, beneath, The narrow stream of death. 2 One army of the living God, To His command we bow; And part are crossing now. Then, when the word is given, C. Wesley. 622 S. M. By everlasting bands; Our souls are in Thy hands. 2 To Thee we still would cleave With ever-growing zeal ; They never shall prevail. 3 Thy Spirit shall unite Our souls to Thee, our head ; That we Thy paths may tread. 4 Death may our souls divide From these abodes of clay ; Through all the gloomy way. 5 Since Christ and we are one, Why should we doubt or fear ? P. Doddridge. |