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For all Thy saints, O Lord,
Accept our thankful cry,

Who counted Thee their great reward,

And strove in Thee to die.

They all, in life and death,

With Thee their Lord in view,

Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath
To suffer and to do.

For this Thy Name we bless,
And humbly pray that we
May follow them in holiness,

And live and die in Thee.

Amen.

345 "They overcame by the blood of the Lamb.”

1 THE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar;
Who follows in His train?

Who best can drink His cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;

Who patient bears His Cross below,
He follows in His train.

2 The martyr, first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
'And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in his train?

3 A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came;

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame;
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane;

They bowed their necks the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?

4 A noble army-men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed;

They climbed the steep ascent of heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain;

O God! to us may grace be given

To follow in their train!

Amen.

346 "Blessed are the

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pure in heart, for they shall see God."

BLEST are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is Christ's abode.

The Lord, Who left the heavens
Our life and peace to bring,

To dwell in lowliness with men,
Their Pattern and their King;

He to the lowly soul

Doth still Himself impart;

And for His dwelling and His throne

Chooseth the pure in heart.

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Lord, we Thy presence seek;
May ours this blessing be;
Give us a pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee.

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All glory, Lord, to Thee,

Whom heaven and earth adore,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One God for evermore.

Amen.

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"We are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses."

1 FOR all the saints, who from their labours rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesu, be for ever blest.

Hallelujah!

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 Light of Hallelujah!

light.

3 0 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. Hallelujah!

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

Hallelujah!

5 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 Hallelujah!

strong.

6 The golden evening brightens in the west ; Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes the rest; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.

Hallelujah!

7 But lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day: The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of glory passes on His way.

Hallelujah!

8 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,

Hallelujah! Amen.

348 "Just and true are Thy ways, Thou King of saints."

1 FROM all Thy saints in warfare, for all Thy saints at rest,

To Thee, O blessed Jesu, all praises be addressed.

Thou, Lord, didst win the battle, that they might conquerors be;

Their crowns of living glory are lit with rays from Thee.*

* Insert here the special stanza of the Day.

Saint Andrew.

2 Praise, Lord, for Thine Apostle, the first to welcome Thee,

The first to lead his brother the very Christ to see.

With hearts for Thee made ready, watch we throughout the year,

Forward to lead our brethren to own Thine Advent near.

Saint Thomas.

3 All praise for Thine Apostle, whose shortlived doubtings prove

Thy perfect twofold nature, the fulness of Thy love.

On all who wait Thy coming shed forth Thy peace, O Lord,

And grant us faith to know Thee, true Man, true God, adored.

Saint Stephen.

4 Praise for the first of Martyrs, who saw Thee ready stand,

To aid in midst of torment, to plead at God's right hand.

Share we with him, if summoned by death our

Lord to own,

On earth the faithful witness, in heaven the martyr-crown.

Saint John the Evangelist.

5 Praise for the loved disciple, exile on Patmos'

shore;

Praise for the faithful record he to Thy Godhead bore;