494 From all Thy saints in warfare,

1 From all Thy saints in warfare, For all Thy saints at rest, To Thee, O blessed Jesus, All praises be addressed. Thou, Lord, didst win the battle, That they might conquerors be; Their crowns of living glory Are lit with rays from Thee. 2 Apostles, prophets, martyrs, And all the sacred throng, Who wear the spotless raiment, Who raise the ceaseless song; For these, passed on before us, Savior, we Thee adore, And, walking in their footsteps, Would serve Thee more and more. 3 Then praise we God the Father, And praise we God the Son, And God the Holy Spirit, Eternal Three in One; Till all the ransomed number Fall down before the throne, And honor, power, and glory Ascribe to God alone.