For All Thy Saints (Alexander)

For all Thy saints

a no­ble throng

Who fell by fire and sword

Who soon were called

or wait­ed long

We praise Thy name

O Lord!

For him who left his fa­ther’s side

Nor lin­gered by the shore

When

soft­er than the wel­ter­ing tide

Thy sum­mons glid­ed o’er.

Who stood be­side the maid­en dead

Who climbed the mount with Thee

And saw the glo­ry round Thy head

One of Thy chos­en three.

Who knelt be­neath the ol­ive shade

Who drank Thy cup of pain

And passed from Herod’s flash­ing blade

To see Thy face again.

Lord

give us grace

and give us love

Like him to leave be­hind

Earth’s cares and joys

and look above

With true and ear­nest mind.

So shall we learn to drink Thy cup

So meek and firm be found

When Thou shalt come to take us up

Where Thine elect are crowned.