All Thy Saints In Warfare
A Hymn by Horatio Nelson, 1864.
Public Domain.
Apostles, prophets, martyrs
And all the sacred throng,
Who wear the spotless raiment,
Who raise the ceaseless song;
For these, passed on before us,
Savior, we now adore,
And, walking in their footsteps,
Would serve you more and more.
For that “beloved physician”,
All praise, whose Gospel shows
The Healer of the nations,
The Sharer of our woes.
Your wine and oil, O Savior,
On bruise hearts deign to pour,
And with true balm of Gilead
Anoint us evermore.
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