For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
All who by faith before the world confessed,
Your name, oh Jesus, be forever blessed,
You were their rock, their fortress and their might,
You, Lord, thier captain in the well-fought fight;
You, in the darkness drear, their one true light.
The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
Sweet is the calm of paradise the blest.
But then there breaks a yet more glorious day
:The saints, triumphant, rise in bright array;
The King of glory passees on his way.
This arrangement copyright 2008 by One Light Music.