All-Saints’ Day (1867)

Blessed are they whose baby-souls are bright,
Whose brows are sealèd with the cross of light,
Whom God Himself has deign’d to robe in white–
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they who follow through the wild
His sacred footprints, as a little child;
Who strive to keep their garments undefiled–
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they who commune with the Christ,
Midst holy angels, at the Eucharist–
Who aye seek sunlight through the rain and mist–
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they–the strong in faith and grace–
Who humbly fill their own appointed place;
They who with steadfast patience run the race–
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they who suffer and endure–
They who through thorns and briars walk safe and sure;
Gold in the fire made beautiful and pure!–
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they on whom the angels wait,
To keep them facing the celestial gate,
To help them keep their vows inviolate–
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they to whom, at dead of night,–
In work, in prayer–though veiled from mortal sight,
The great King’s messengers bring love and light–
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they whose labours only cease
When God decrees the quiet, sweet release;
Who lie down calmly in the sleep of peace–
Blessed are they!

Whose dust is angel-guarded, where the flowers
And soft moss cover it, in this earth of ours;
Whose souls are roaming in celestial bowers–
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they–our precious ones–who trod
A pathway for us o’er the rock-strewn sod.
How are they number’d with the saints of God!
Blessed are they!

Blessed are they, elected to sit down
With Christ, in that day of supreme renown,
When His own Bride shall wear her bridal crown–
Blessed are they!