ALL SAINTS.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XII, Issue 29, 7 November 1884, Page 15

ALL SAINTS.

B'rom the lowest depths of sorrow, From the thoughts of constant sin, We can turn with niter gladness To the hope that we m*y win Light as brilliant, robes as snowy. Rest at last as sweet and fair, As Thy saints have found in glory After all life's pains *nd care. Lives no grander, ways no stranger, Simple duties as they came, Made their lives so like all others That they almost seemed the same. But below that even surface Love was floating all within, Turning every thought to Jesus," Bearing every pain for Him. Not the feast of martyrs only, Not of saints whose deeds are known, But the feast of c'en our dear ones Whose great loss has left us lone. Longing for that hour of meeting When our tears shall all be dried, When we, too, the Lamb may follow With our dark souls purified, Fall of sadness and of sweetness Is this day of solemn praise ; Surely they will hear our praying And their supplications raise, They have not the toil forgotten, Or the weary fight with sin : Ask— and they will pray for graces That at last we too may win. Saints in Heaven ! hear our crying ; We are tempted, weary, cold. Saints in Heaven 1 ask the Shepherd To draw all into His fold. All who wander or are strangers To that voice for ever blest, Which is calling them so sweetly By His yoke to find their rest. Saints in Heaven ! we are pleading As you once yourselves did plead, ■ For our way is steep and thorny And our very hopes seem dead. Pray — and we shall cease our sinning, Pray — and we 6hall hope once more, Till we come to hear your singing On eternity's great shore. Dunedin, November Ist, 1884.

Pax Copia Samhntia,