Let Saints on Earth in Concert Sing

Let saints on earth in concert sing

With those whose work is done;

For all the servants of our King

In earth and heav'n are one.

One family, we dwell in Him,

One Church, above, beneath,

Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living God,

To His command we bow;

Part of His host hath cross'd the flood,

And part are crossing now.

Ten thousand to their endless home

This solemn moment fly;

And we are to the margin come,

And we expect to die.

Oh that we now may grasp our Guide!

Lord, when the word is given,

Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,

And land us all in heaven!