For all the saints who from their labours rest,\nWho thee by faith before the world confest,\nThy name, O Jesu, be for ever blest.\n2. Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might;\nThou Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight;\nThou in the darkness drear their one true light.\n3. O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,\nFight as the saints who nobly fought of old,\nAnd win, with them, the victor’s crown of gold.\n4. O blest communion! Fellowship divine!\nWe feebly struggle, they in glory shine;\nYet all are one in thee, for all are thine.\n5. And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long;\nSteals on the ear the distant triumph-song,\nAnd hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.\n6. The golden evening brightens in the west;\nSoon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest:\nSweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.\n7. But Lo! There breaks a yet more glorious day;\nThe saints triumphant rise in bright array:\nThe King of glory passes on his way.\n8. From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,\nThrough gates of pearl streams in the countless host,\nSinging to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.