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Heinrich T. Schenk·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Who are these like stars appearing,
These before God’s throne who stand?
Each a golden crown is wearing;
Who are all this glorious band?
Alleluia! hark, they sing,
Praising loud their heavenly King.
Verse 2
Who are these of dazzling brightness,
These in God’s own truth arrayed,
Clad in robes of purest whiteness,
Robes whose lustre ne’er shall fade,
Ne’er be touched by time’s rude hand?
Whence comes all this glorious band?
Verse 3
These are they who have contended
For their Saviour’s honor long,
Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng;
These, who well the fight sustained,
Triumph through the Lamb have gained.
Verse 4
These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified;
Now, their painful conflict o’er,
God has bid them weep no more.
Verse 5
These like priests have watched and waited,
Offering up to Christ their will,
Soul and body consecrated,
Day and night they serve Him still:
Now in God’s most holy place
Blest they stand before His face.
Verse 6
Lo, the Lamb Himself now feeds them
On Mount Zion’s pastures fair;
From His central throne He leads them
By the living fountains there;
Lamb and Shepherd, Good Supreme,
Free He gives the cooling stream.
Heinrich T. Schenk, “Who Are These Like Stars Appearing”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 407 · 8.7.8.7.7.7. · All Saints Old
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
And bright their glories be.
Verse 2
Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Verse 3
I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.
Verse 4
They marked the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.
Verse 5
Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For His own pattern given,
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.
Isaac Watts, “Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 421 · C.M. · (Westminster)
John Fawcett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
Verse 2
Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
Verse 3
We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear,
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
Verse 4
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
Verse 5
This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way,
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
Verse 6
From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
John Fawcett, “Blest Be the Tie That Binds”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 425 · S.M. · Boylston
John Fawcett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
Verse 2
Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
Verse 3
We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear,
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
Verse 4
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
Verse 5
This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way,
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
Verse 6
From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 712 · S.M. · Boylston
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the vail, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.
Chorus
Many are the voices calling us away,
Calling us away, calling us away,
Calling to the better land.
Verse 2
Once they were mourners here below,
And poured out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Verse 3
I asked them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 96 · C.M. · (Westminster)