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 darken'd,

There are shining full and clear,

Princes in the court of heaven,

Nameless, unremembered here.

How they toiled for Thee and suffer'd,

None on earth can now record;

All their 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.