Sunday, 1 November 2009

All Saints' Day

Today, as we celebrate the glorious autumnal festival of All Saints', we have a restful scene of the banks of the River Tay at Dunkeld.

Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?


Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will talk and worship ever,
All the happy golden day.


Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.


At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Saviour’s face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.


Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.


Lovely words and a lovely tune!

Happy Festival!

1 comment:

John the organist said...

Happy feast day! You would have been amused at Canon Christopher's rendition of "For all the saints" before mass last night!