For All Thy Saints, a Noble Throng ST. JAMES—Raphael Courteville For All Thy Saints, a Noble Throng 1 For all Thy Saints, a noble throng, Who fell by fire and sword, Who soon were call’d, or waited long, We praise Thy Name, O Lord; 2 For him who left his father’s side, Nor linger’d by the shore, When, softer than the weltering tide, Thy summons glided o’er; 3 Who stood beside the maiden dead, Who climb’d the mount with Thee, And saw the glory round Thy Head, One of Thy chosen three; 4 Who