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While to the grave our friends are borne
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #377 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 While to the grave our friends are borne,
Around their cold remains
How all the tender passions mourn,
And each fond heart complains!
2 But down to earth, alas! in vain
We bend our weeping eyes,
Ah! let us leave these seats of pain,
And upwards learn to rise.
3 Hope cheerful smiles amid the gloom,
And beams a healing ray;
And guides us from the darksome tomb,
To realms of endless day.
4 To those bright courts when hope ascends,
She calms the swelling wo;
In hope we meet our happy friends,
And tears forget to flow.
5 Then let our hearts repine no more,
That earthly comfort dies;
But lasting happiness explore,
And ask it from the skies. Languages: English
While to the grave our friends are borne
Death of the Young
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #378 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Thy life I read, my dearest Lord! Lyrics: 1 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord!
With transport all divine;
Thine image trace in every word,--
Thy love in every line.
2 Methinks I see a thousand charms
Spread o'er thy lovely face,
While infants in thy tender arms
Receive the smiling grace.
3 "I take these lambs," said he,
"And lay them in my breast;
Protection they shall find in me,--
In me be ever blest.
4 "Death may the bands of life unloose,
But can't dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose
The family above.
5 "Their feeble frames my power shall raise,
And mould with heavenly skill:
I'll give them tongues to sing my praise,
And hands to do my will."
6 His words the happy parents hear,
And shout, with joys divine,
Dear Savior, all we have and are
Shall be forever thine. Languages: English
Death of the Young
On the Death of a Child
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #379 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Life is a span, a fleeting hour Lyrics: 1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender transient, flow'r,
That e'en in blooming dies.
2 The once-lov'd form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.
3 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo! stern winter flies;
And, dress'd in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flow'ry tribes arise.
4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime
And bloom to fade no more.
5 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high:
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.
Languages: English
On the Death of a Child
At the Funeral of a young Person
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #380 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: When blooming youth is snatch'd away Lyrics: 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impress'd
With awful power,--"I too must die:"
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May every heart obey;
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
5 Oh, let us fly--to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.
6 Great God! thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour. Languages: English
At the Funeral of a young Person
The dying Christian
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #381 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: From his low bed of mortal dust Lyrics: 1 From his low bed of mortal dust,
Escap'd the prison of his clay,
The new inhabitant of bliss
To heav'n directs his wond'rous way.
2 Ye fields, that witness'd once his tears,
Ye winds, that wafted oft his sighs,
Ye mountains, where he breath'd his pray'rs,
When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes;
3 No more the weary pilgrim mourns,
No more affliction wrings his heart;
Th'unfetter'd soul to God returns--
Forever he and anguish part!
4 Receive, O earth, his faded form,
In thy cold bosom let it lie;
Safe let it rest from ev'ry storm--
Soon must it rise, no more to die!
Languages: English
The dying Christian
In vain my fancy strives to paint
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #382 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint
The moment after death;
The glories that surround a saint,
When yielding up his breath.
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks,
We scarce can say, "He's gone!"
Before the willing spirit takes
Its mansions near the throne.
3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace the spirit's flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides the world of light.
4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,
Saints are completely blest;
Have done with sin, and care, and wo,
And with their Savior rest.
5 On harps of gold they praise his name,
His face they always view;
Then let us foll'wers be of them,
That we may praise him too. Languages: English
In vain my fancy strives to paint
There is a house not made with hands
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #384 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall,
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.
3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heaven,
And as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.
4 We walk by faith of joys to come,
Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home
We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee. Languages: English
There is a house not made with hands
Faith of the Ancients
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #385 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Blest is the mem'ry of the just Lyrics: 1 Blest is the mem'ry of the just,
And sweet their slumbers in the dust!
Though lost; long lost to mortal eye,
Their well-earn'd fame shall never die.
2 In life's fair book the Patriarchs live;
Prophets and saints instruction give:
Though dead, they speak the truth divine,
And in example brightly shine.
3 My soul, these ancient heroes view;
Their faith, their love, their zeal pursue.
Warm'd by each word, and glorious deed,
In the same blessed path proceed.
4 O may I in their triumphs share,
When the great Savior shall appear,
to raise them up to high renown
And give them an immortal crown! Scripture: Hebrews 11:33-34 Languages: English
Faith of the Ancients
What scenes of horror and of dread
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #387 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 What scenes of horror and of dread
Await the sinner's dying bed!
Death's terrors all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night.
2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise;
Mount Sinai's thunder shuns his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.
3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast;
Where'er he turns he finds no rest;
Death strikes the blow; he groans and cries,
And in despair and horror dies.
4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss:--
His soul is filled with conscious peace;
A steady faith subdues his fear!
He sees the happy Canaan near,
5 His mind is tranquil and serene;
No terrors in his looks are seen;
His Savior's smile dispels the gloom,
And smooths his passage to the tomb.
6 Lord! make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear:
And, when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in peace at last. Languages: English
What scenes of horror and of dread
No, I'll repine at death no more
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #388 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Resurrection Lyrics: 1 No, I'll repine at death no more;
But, calm and cheerful, will resign
To the cold dungeon of the grave,
These dying, with'ring limbs of mine.
2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust;
My God shall raise my frame anew
At the revival of the just.
3 Break, sacred morning! through the skies,
And usher in that glorious day:
Come quickly, Lord! cut short the hours:
Thy lingering wheels, how long they stay!
4 Haste, then, upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious sleeping clay,
That we may join in heav'nly joys,
And sing the triumph of the day. Languages: English
No, I'll repine at death no more
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