1. O King of saints, we give thee praise and glory
2. And for thy hidden saints, our praise adoring,
For the bright cloud of witnesses unseen,
Fount of all sanctity, to thee we yield,
Whose names shine forth like stars, in sacred story,
Who in thy treasure-house on high art storing
Guiding our steps to realms of light serene.
Jewels whose luster was, on earth, concealed.

3. Thine arm sustained them all in conflict mortal
With sin, the world, and all the powers of hell;
Thy hand hath opened for all, the shining portal
To realms where peace and joy forever dwell.

4. There are the throned and white-robed elders casting
Before the King of kings their crowns of gold;
And there are crowns and mansions everlasting,
And palms and harps for multitudes untold.

5. Though, in thy service, we too oft have slumbered,
Like the ten virgins, foolish ones and wise;
Yet with thy saints, may we at last be numbered,
And at thy call with burning lamps arise.