Thirty Seven
(For All Saints)
- With swelling hearts
 We thank You for your saints,
 Whose faith imparts
 Rebuke to our constraints:
 How can our love be worthy, full and true
 If we subject it to selfish review?
- Though slow and weak
 We must pursue their course
 And learn to speak
 With Grace and gentle force:
 Behind the Saints who walk behind Your train
 We are yet links in that triumphant chain.
- Far from the call
 To grand, heroic deeds
 We still may fall
 Through spurning modest needs:
 Your foes grind golden wheels for wealth and fame
 But we must mount resistance in Your name.

