ALL SAINTSTIDE
Seeing we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses
let us run with resolution
the race that is set before us
looking to Jesus,
the starter & the final referee of our race.
Ye holy angels bright,
who wait at God’s right hand,
or through the realms of light
fly at your Lord’s command, assist our song,
for else the theme too high doth seem
for mortal tongue.
Ye blessed souls at rest,
who ran this earthly race,
and now, from sin released,
behold the Saviour’s face, his praises sound,
as in his light with sweet delight
ye do abound.
Ye saints who toil below,
adore your heavenly King,
and onward as ye go
some joyful anthem sing; take what he gives
and praise him still, through good and ill,
who ever lives.
My soul, bear thou thy part,
triumph in God above,
and with a well-tuned heart
sing thou the songs of love. Let all thy days
till life shall end whate’er he send,
be filled with praise.
Richard Baxter
