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Hoosier Musings on the Road to Emmaus

Sunday, November 05, 2006

All Saints' Sunday

I sing a song of the saints of God,
patient and brave and true,
who toiled and fought and lived and died
for the Lord they loved and knew.
And one was a doctor, and one was a queen,
and one was a shepherdess on the green;
they were all of them saints of God, and I mean,
God helping, to be one too.

They loved their Lord so dear, so dear,
and his love made them strong;
and they followed the right for Jesus' sake
the whole of their good lives long.
And one was a soldier, and one was a priest,
and one was slain by a fierce wild beast;
and there's not any reason, no, not the least,
why I shouldn't be one too.

They lived not only in ages past;
there are hundreds of thousands still.
The world is bright with the joyous saints
who love to do Jesus' will.
You can meet them in school, or in lanes, or at sea,
in church, or in trains, or in shops or at tea;
for the saints of God are just folk like me,
and I mean to be one too.


Words: Lesbia Scott (b. 1898)
Music: Grand Isle, John Henry Hopkins (1861-1945)

3 Comments:

Anonymous ppolarbear said...

Am I the only one who giggles at the shepherdess line?

November 05, 2006 3:32 PM  

Blogger Reverend Ref + said...

No ... and you probably aren't the only one who sings about people being killed by fierce wild priests.

But then again, it's tradition to sing that.

November 05, 2006 7:19 PM  

Blogger Rev Dr Mom said...

This is the first hymn I remember singing as a child,and I still love it, dated lines and all.

November 05, 2006 9:03 PM  

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