All The Saints
All the lost and broken hearted
All the weak and near forgotten
All the burdened and oppressed
Find rest in His arms
All the wealthy and the proud
All the rulers and the kings
All the victims of our nature
Find freedom in His wings
Come all the saints
All the lovers of His name
For Christ has made a way
And calls us now to sing His praise (We sing His praise)
All the faithful and devoted
All the humble and lowly
All in need of a Savior
Our God is here, He is here
All who gather in darkness
All imprisoned and enchained
We know our God has defeated the grave And none can stand against
