Scripture Verse

Who through faith and patience inherit the promises. Hebrews 6:12

Introduction

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John Mason Neale
1818–1866
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Words: Au­thor un­known, 11th Cen­tu­ry (Sanc­to­rum me­ri­tis in­cli­ta gau­dia). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by John M. Neale in The Hym­nal Not­ed, 1851.

Music: Bath (Har­mo­nia), in Har­mo­nia Per­fec­ta, 1730 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lyrics

The tri­umphs of the saints,
The toils they brave­ly bore,
The love that ne­ver faints,
Their glo­ry ev­er­more—
For these the Church to­day
Pours forth her joy­ous lay;
What vic­tors wear so rich a bay?

This cling­ing world of ill
Them and their works ab­hor­red;
Its wi­ther­ing flowers still
They spurned with one ac­cord;
They knew them short lived all,
How soon they fade and fall,
And fol­lowed, Je­su, at Thy call.

What tongue may here de­clare,
Fancy or thought des­cry,
The joys Thou dost pre­pare
For these Thy saints on high?
Empurpled in the flood
Of their vic­to­ri­ous blood,
They won the laur­el from their God.

O Lord most high, we pray,
Stretch forth Thy migh­ty arm
To put our sins away
And shel­ter us from harm;
O give Thy ser­vants peace;
From guilt and pain re­lease;
Our praise to Thee shall ne­ver cease.