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 the Lord:
O happy saints, for ever blest,
At Jesus' feet how safe your rest!

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 fears appall:
O happy saints, for ever blest,
In that dear home how sweet your rest!

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 your rest! A-men.

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!

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!

Amen.