
For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
Who you by faith before the world confessed,
Your name, O Jesus, be for ever blessed. Alleluia.
The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes your rest;
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. Alleluia.
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.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
A Hymn for All Hallows Eve
at 1:22 PM
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