1 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 the Lord: O happy saints, for ever blest, At Jesus' feet how safe your rest! 2 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 appall: O happy saints, for ever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest! 3 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, for ever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! 4 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!