Cometh Rest.

For all the saints who from their labors rest, Who thee by faith before the world confess, Thy Name, oh Jesus, be forever blest. Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might, Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, their One True Light. O, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old And win them with the victor's crown of gold. The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest. Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. Alleluia, Alleluia! "For All The Saints From Who Thy Labors Rest" William How, 1864 Happy Memorial Day, friends.