Hymn 419
King of Saints, to whom the number
Ọba awọn ẹni mimọ
- King of Saints, to whom the number
Of Thy starry host is known,
Many a name, by man forgotten,
Lives forever round Thy throne - Lights, which earth-born mists have darkened
There are shining full and clear
Princes in the courts of Heaven,
Nameless, unremembered here - How they toiled for Thee and suffered
None on earth can now record;
All their saintly saintly life is hidden
In the knowledge of their Lord. - All is veiled from us, but written
In the Lamb's great book of life,
All the faith, and prayer, and patience,
All the toiling, and the strife. - There are told Thy hidden treasures,
Number us, O Lord, with them,
When Thou makest up the jewels
Of Thy living diadem. Amen.