All Praise Be to God (Bridges)

All praise be to God

whom all things ob­ey

From an­gels and men for ev­er and aye:

Who send­eth on earth the pow­ers of His throne

His pro­vi­dence good and love to make known.

His an­gels are they of coun­te­nance fair

The arm of His strength

His hand of kind care:

His mes­sage of peace to us they re­veal

His wis­dom most high they seal or un­seal.

By mar­tyrs of old they stood in the flame

And bade them not flinch

but call on God’s name.

Thro’ tor­ment

thro’ shame

thro’ dark­ness of death

They led with­out fear the sires of our faith.

They stand with the few

they fight for the free

God’s reign to ad­vance o’er land and o’er sea:

And when the brave die or fall in the fight

Their spir­its they bear to rest in God’s sight.

For pa­tience and toil a crown they pre­pare;

They found for the meek a king­dom full fair;

No fa­mine nor plague ’gainst them doth pre­vail;

Their bread can­not lack

their cruse can­not fail.

We pray Thee

who art Thy an­gels’ re­ward

Thy flock to de­fend for­get not

O Lord;

But pros­per their aid

that us they may bring

To see the true face of Je­sus

our king.