Tim Blickhan - By All Your Saints - текст песни (слова)

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 short-lived doubtings prove
 Your perfect twofold nature,
 The depth of your true love.
 To all who live with questions
 A steadfast faith afford;
 And grant us grace to know you,
 True man, yet God and Lord.
 
 All praise, O Lord, for Stephen,
 Who, martyred,  saw you stand
 To help in time of torment,
 To plead at God's right hand.
 Like you, our suffering Savior,
 His enemies he blessed,
 With "Lord, receive my spirit,"
 His faith, by death, confessed.
 
 For John, your loved disciple,
 Exiled to Patmos' shore,
 And for his faithful record,
 We praise You evermore.
 Praise for his mystic vision
 His words to us unfold.
 Instill in us his longing,,
 Your glory to be hold.
 
 Then let us praise the Father
 And worship God the Son
 And sing to God the Spirit,
 Eternal Three in One,
 Till all the ransomed number
 Who stand before the throne,
 Ascribe all power and glory
 And praise to God alone.