The saints of God, their conflict past,

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    CGS No.: 
    542

    Verse 1
    The saints of God, their conflict past,
    And life's long battle won at last,
    No more they need the shield or sword;
    They cast them down before their Lord:
    O happy saints! For ever blest,
    At Jesu's feet how safe their rest.

    Verse 2
    The saints of God, their wanderings done,
    No more their weary course they run,
    No more they faint, no more they fall,
    No foes oppress, no fear appall
    O happy saints! For ever blest,
    In that dear home, how sweet their rest.

    Verse 3
    The saints of God, life's voyage o'er,
    Safe landed on that blissful shore,
    No stormy tempests now they dread,
    No roaring billows lift their head:
    O happy saints! For ever blest,
    In that calm haven of their rest.

    Verse 4
    The saints of God, their vigil keep
    While yet their mortal bodies sleep,
    Till from the dust they too shall rise
    And soar triumphant to the skies:
    O happy saints! rejoice and sing;
    He quickly comes, your Lord and King.

    Verse 5
    O God of saints, to Thee we cry;
    O Saviour, plead for us on high;
    O Holy Ghost, our Guide and Friend,
    Grant us Thy grace till life shall end:
    That with all saints our rest may be
    In that bright paradise with Thee.