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The farewel

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCL (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Farewell To sin and the world First Line: Dead be my heart to all below Lyrics: 1 Dead be my heart to all below, To mortal joys and mortal cares; To sensual bliss that charms us so, Be dark mine eyes, and deaf my ears. 2 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste Of the fair fruit that sinners prize; Their paradise shall never waste One thought of mine, but to despise. 3 All earthly joy are over weigh'd With mountains of vexatious care: And where's the sweet that is not laid A bait to some destructive snare? 4 Come heav'n, and fill my vast desires, My soul pursues the sov'reign good: She was all made of heav'nly fires, Nor can she live on meaner food. Languages: English

Dead be my heart to all below

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #93 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Farewell Lyrics: 1 Dead be my heart to all below, To mortal joys and mortal cares; To sensual bliss that charms us so, Be dark, mine eyes, and deaf my ears. 2 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste Of the fair fruit that sinners prize; Their paradise shall never waste One thought of mine, but to despise. 3 All earthly joy are overweigh'd With mountains of vexatious care; And where's the sweet that is not laid A bait to some destructive snare? 4 Begone, for ever, mortal things! Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell Angels aspire of lofty wings, And leave the globe for ants to dwell. 5 Come, heaven, and fill my vast desires, My soul pursues the sovereign good; She was all made of heavenly fires, Nor can she live on meaner food.

Home, kindred, friends, and country, these

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #254 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Farewell to a missionary Lyrics: Home, kindred, friends, and country, these Are things with which we never part; From clime to clime, o'er land and seas, We bear them with us in our heart: And yet 'tis hard to feel resign'd, When these, all these, are left behind. 258 But when the pilgrim's staff we take, And follow Christ from shore to shore, Gladly for Him we all forsake, Press on, and only look before: Though humbled Nature mourns her loss, The spirit glories in the Cross. It is no sin, like man, to weep, Even Jesus wept o'er Lazarus, dead; Or yearn for home beyond the deep, He had not where to lay His head: The patriot's tears will He condemn, Who wept o'er lost Jerusalem? Take up your cross, and say "Farewell!" Go forth without the camp to Him, Who left heaven's throne with men to dwell, Who died His murderers to redeem: Oh! tell His name in every ear; Doubt not,--the dead themselves will hear; Hear, and come forth to life anew. Then, while the Gentile courts they fill, Shall not your Saviour's words stand true? Home, kindred, friends, and country still, In earth's last desert you shall find, Yet lose not those you left behind. Languages: English

Speed Thy servants, Saviour, speed them

Author: Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #291 (1917) Topics: Missionaries, farewell to ; Missionaries, farewell to Lyrics: 1 Speed Thy servants, Saviour, speed them, Thou art Lord of winds and waves; They were bound, but Thou hast freed them; Now they go to free the slaves: Be Thou with them! 'Tis Thine arm alone that saves. 2 Friends, and home, and all forsaking, Lord, they go at Thy command, As their stay Thy promise taking, While they traverse sea and land: O be with then! Lead them safely by the hand. 3 When they reach the land of strangers, And the prospect dark appears, Nothing seen but toils and dangers, Nothing felt but doubts and fears, Be Thou with them! Hear their sighs and count their tears. 4 Where no fruit appears to cheer them, And they seem to toil in vain, Then in mercy, Lord, draw near them, Then their sinking hopes sustain: Thus supported, Let their zeal revive again. 5 In the midst of opposition Let them trust, O Lord, in Thee; When success attends their mission, Let Thy servants humbler be: Never leave them: Till Thy face in heaven they see. Languages: English Tune Title: REDEMPTION