Well, I was all ready to write a real post about All Saints Day. Alas, classes got in the way. There just aren’t enough hours in the day. (Okay, I’ll stop rhyming.) Perhaps that post will show up later. I do have some ideas locked away in my head for it. 

In other news: I may have started a HT blogosphere revival! Pastor Cwirla actually posted on his blog about Reformation Day. Read it HERE.  Now, we just need Madre to start posting again and maybe Pr. Borghardt will post something besides sermons, once he gets settled in in McHenry. 


Even though, technically, it is no longer All Saints Day (the liturgical day starts at sunset).  I feel like I can post awesome hymns anyway. (Especially, since most churches aren’t celebrating until next Sunday anyway.)


Behold a host, arrayed in white,
Like thousand snowclad mountains bright!
With palms they stand; Who is this band
Before the thrown of light?
These are the saints of glorious fame,
who from the great affliction came
And in the flood Of Jesus’ blood 
Are cleansed from guild and shame. 
They now serve God both day and night;
They sing their songs in endless light. 
Their anthems ring As they all sing 
Win angels shining bright.

Despised and scorned, they sojourned here;
But now, how glorious they appear!
Those martyrs stand, A priestly band.
God’s thrown forever near. 
On earth they wept through bitter years;
Now God has wiped away their tears, 
Transformed their strive To hev’nly life,
And freed them from their fears.
They now enjoy the Sabbath rest, 
The heav’nly banquet of the blest; 
The Lamb, their Lord, At festive board
Himself is host and guest.

O blessed saints in bright array 
Now safely home in endless day.
Extol the Lord, Who with His Word
Sustained you on the way. 
The steep and narrow path you trod;
You toiled and sowed the Word abroad;
Rejoice and bring Your fruits and sing
Before the throne of God,
They myriad angels raise their song; 
O saints, sing with that happy throng!
Lift up one voice; Let heav’n rejoice
In our Redeemers song!