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ALL SAINTS.
I pray for them . . . . for they are thine.
—St. John xvii. 9.
Lord, we do not sue thy grace
Only for our kindred race,
But for all who seek thy face,
For they are thine.
Only for our kindred race,
But for all who seek thy face,
For they are thine.
Joyfully we bend the knee
For thy saints, where'er they be,
For all souls that cry to Thee,
For they are thine.
For thy saints, where'er they be,
For all souls that cry to Thee,
For they are thine.
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Though they count us not of kin,
Since one kingdom we would win,
Since we wage one war with sin,
Lo, we are thine!
Since one kingdom we would win,
Since we wage one war with sin,
Lo, we are thine!
Though they see not as we see,
They have vision, Lord, of Thee,
And, their works beholding, we
Proclaim them thine.
They have vision, Lord, of Thee,
And, their works beholding, we
Proclaim them thine.
With one precious ransom bought,
By one Heavenly Spirit sought,
Safe into one haven brought,
For we are thine.
By one Heavenly Spirit sought,
Safe into one haven brought,
For we are thine.
Though we speak with varying tongue,
Since we to one Lord belong,
Tuneful swells the rapture song
That we are thine.
Since we to one Lord belong,
Tuneful swells the rapture song
That we are thine.
And, most gracious Saviour, those
Still among thy Church's foes,
With thy pitying love enclose,
And make them thine!
Still among thy Church's foes,
With thy pitying love enclose,
And make them thine!
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