By All Your Saints

By all your saints still striving For all your saints at rest, Your holy name, O Jesus, Forevermore be blessed. You rose, our King victorious, That they might wear the crown And ever shine in splendor Reflected from your throne. All praise, O Lord, for Andrew, The first to follow you; He witnessed to his brother, “This is Messiah true.” You called him from his fishing Upon Lake Galilee; He rose to meet your challenge, “Leave all and follow me.” All praise, O Lord, for Thomas, Whose shortlived doubtings prove Your perfect twofold nature, The depth of your true love. To all who live with questions A steadfast faith afford;