Ye saint

1.Ye saints, who toll below,
Adore your heavenly King,
And, onward as ye go,
Some Joyful anthem sing;
Take what He gives, And praise Him still
Through good and ill, Who ever lives.

2.My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above,
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love.
Let all thy days Till life shall end,
Whate'er He send, Be filled with praise.