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Funeral occasions
Author: Trivetts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXXIII (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions First Line: Death, as a sleep or gentle doze Lyrics: 1 Death as a sleep or gentle dos,
Does every weary saint compose
Lays all its pain, and griefs remove,
Conveys the Soul to worlds above.
2 Where all its sigs and mournful cries,
With pained heart; and flowing eyes,
Are chang'd for pleasures lasting sweet
Nor can it more with sorrow meet.
3 Blest in the lamb's embrace it lies,
Praising its God above the sies;
In sparkling robes of glory bright,
Transporting joys and pure delight.
4 Thus with the growing concert join,
And seraphs in musick divine
'Tis rapture almost ravishing,
To hear the charming notes they sing.
5 Nor can those joys sublime be less,
They'r flowing streams of perfect bliss
Yet parents and relations dear,
Are loth their loving friend to spare. Languages: English
Funeral occasions
A Funeral Thought
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXV (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions First Line: Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound
My ears attend the cry;
"Ye living men, come view the ground
"Where you must shortly lie.
2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed,
"In spite of all your tow'rs;
"The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
"Must lie as low as ours."
3 Great GOD! is this our certain doom!
And are we still secure!
Still walking downward to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more!
4 Grant us the pow'rs of quickning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky. Languages: English
A Funeral Thought
And must this body die
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXVIII (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions Lyrics: 1 And must this body die,
This well-wrought frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine,
Lie mould'ring in the clay?
2 Corruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.
3 GOD my Redeemer lives,
And often from the skies,
Looks down, and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.
4 Array'd in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Be heav'nly and divine.
5 These lively hopes we owe,
Lord, to thy dying love,
O may we bless thy grace below,
And sing is pow'r above.
Languages: English
And must this body die
Evening
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXXV (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions First Line: Dread sov'reign let my ev'ning song Lyrics: 1 Dread Ssov'reign let my ev'ning song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the off'rings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.
2 Thro' all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard,
And still to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.
3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,
But O how few returns of love,
Hath my creator found?
4 What have I done for him that dy'd
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiply'd,
Fast as my minutes roll!
5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine,
To thy dear cross I flee,
And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.
6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,
I lay me down to rest,
As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast. Languages: English
Evening
Lord what a feeble piece
Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXIX (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions Lyrics: 1 Lord what a feeble piece,
Is this our mortal frame?
Our life how poor a trifle t'is,
That scarce deserves the name.
2 Alas the brittle clay,
That built our body first!
And ev'ry month and ev'ry day,
'Tis mould'ring back to dust.
3 Our moments fly apace,
Nor will our minutes stay;
Just like a flood, our hasty day,
Are sweeping us away.
4 Well if our days must fly,
We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.
5 They'll waft us sooner o'er,
This life's tempestuous sea:
Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore,
Of blest eternity.
Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English
Lord what a feeble piece
My God! my God! and must I die
Author: Trivetts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXXII (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions Lyrics: 1 My God! my God! and must I die,
Thy presence to behold;
Lord break the bands, and let me fly,
To tread the streets of gold.
2 Learn me to dwell on things above,
And sing as saints do there;
Those brightest objects of thy love,
And quickly me prepare.
3 To drop the body, and remove,
To yonder worlds on hight;
Fain on thy wing celestial dove,
My soul would thither fly,
4 Yet trembling at each swelling wave,
Of death's cold flood I stand;
Afraid to launch in them and leave,
This body and this land.
5 But if my Jesus I could hear,
And see him standing by;
My soul would mount beyond her fear,
Thro' death for Heaven fly. Languages: English
My God! my God! and must I die
Death and Glory
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXIV (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions First Line: My soul, come meditate the day Lyrics: 1 My soul, come meditate the day
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay
And fly to unknown lands.
2 And you, mine eyes, look down and view
The hollow, gaping tomb;
This gloomy prison waits for you,
Whene'er the summons come.
3 O! could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stead,
Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead:
4 Then should we see the saints above,
In their own glorious forms,
And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.
5 How should we scorn these cloths of flesh,
These fetters, and this load;
And long for ev'ning to undress,
That we may rest with GOD.
6 We should almost forsake our clay,
Before the summons come,
And pray, and wish our souls away,
To their eternal home. Languages: English
Death and Glory
Remember, Lord our mortal state
Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXVII (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions Lyrics: 1 Remember, Lord our mortal state,
How frail our life, how short the date
Where is the man that draws his breath,
Safe from disease, secure from death?
2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
"Must death for ever rage and reign!
"Or hast thou made mankind in vain."
3 Where is thy promise to the just?
Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day,
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honour of thy word:
Awake our souls and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English
Remember, Lord our mortal state
Life and Eternity
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXI (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions First Line: Thee we adore, eternal name! Lyrics: 1 Thee we adore, eternal name!
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
What e'er we do, where e'er we be,
We're trav'ling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
5 Great GOS! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things;
Th' eternal states of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings.
6 Infinite joy or endless woe,
Attend on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go,
Upon the brink of death.
7 Waken, O LORD, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurry'd hence,
May they be found with God. Languages: English
Life and Eternity
We needs must die, who banish'd lie
Author: Trivett Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXXIV (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions Lyrics: 1 We needs must die, who banish'd lie
Cloth'd with corrupt mortality;
And drop these cloaths of sinful clay,
Within the silent grave to lay.
2 God no man's person so repsects;
He fairest jewels, though select,
To dwell with Christ in majesty,
Must need submit, wither, and die.
3 'Tis not in mortal bodies we,
Jehovah's face can ever see;
But are as water on the ground,
'Till Christ the jub'lee trumpet sound.
4 Then he that did our ransom pay,
Will cloteh the saints in bright array,
As from the beds of dust they rise,
More splendid thatn the sparkling skies.
5 Wrpt in immortal beauties bright,
Transcnedant plesures and delight;
And while each saint his friend embrace
The growing raptures will increase. Languages: English
We needs must die, who banish'd lie
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