The saints of God! their conflict past
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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 their Lord: O happy saints! forever blest, at Jesus feet' how safe your rest! 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 appal: O happy saints! forever blest, in that dear home how sweet your rest! 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! forever blest, in that calm haven of your rest! 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! 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! |
Finitis sancti proeliis et hostibus depositis Deo proiciunt suam emeriti panhopliam: sancti, divinos ad pedes quae vobis tuta requies! Actis sancti meatibus, cursores haud diutius haud fatigantur, haud cadunt; nil opprimit, nil metuunt; beati sancti caelites, quae vobis grata requies! Finita sanctis est via; amoena nactis litora procellae non timori sunt nec fluctus ardui fremunt: in portu, sancti sospites, est parta vobis requies. Post mortem sancti vigilant, carnalia cum dormiant, dum pariter surgant ea ad caelum triumphantia; gaudete, sancti, cantibus quod Christus aderit citus. Sanctorum Deus, adiuva; tu, Christe, subveni supra; et, dux amice Spiritus, da gratiam dum vivimus, ut simus sanctis comites, sit tecum nobis requies. |