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Great King of kings, why dost Thou stay

Author: H. Bonar Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #605 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Topics: The Last Things Christ's Second Coming; The Last Things Christ's Second Coming Lyrics: 1 Great King of kings, why dost Thou stay, Why tarriest Thou upon Thy way, Why lingers the expected day? Thy kingdom come! 2 Life in its fullness is with Thee, Life in its holy liberty; From death and chains this world set free; Thy kingdom come! 3 Earth is still waiting for the day, When old things shall have passed away, And all be clad in new array: Thy kingdom come! 4 O King of glory, King of peace, Bid all these storms and tumults cease, Bring in Thy reign of righteousness; Thy kingdom come! Tune Title: [Great King of kings, why dost Thou stay]

My God, I know that I must die

Author: B. Schmolck Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #586 (1913) Topics: The Last Things Preparation for Death; The Last Things Preparation for Death Lyrics: 1 My God, I know that I must die: My mortal life is passing hence; On earth I neither hope nor try To find a lasting residence. Then teach me by Thy heavenly grace With joy and peace my death to face. 2 My God, I know not when I die; What is the moment or the hour, How soon the clay may broken lie, How quickly pass away the flower. Then may Thy child preparéd be Through time to meet eternity. 3 My God, I know not how I die; For death has many ways to come, In dark mysterious agony, Or gently as a sleep to some. Just as Thou wilt, if but it be To bring me, blesséd Lord, to Thee! 4 My God, I know not where I die, Where is my grace, beneath what strand; Yet from its gloom I do rely To be delivered by Thy hand. Content I take what spot is mine, Since all the earth, my Lord, is Thine. 5 My gracious God, when I must die, O bear my happy soul above, With Christ, my Lord, eternally To share Thy glory and Thy love. Then comes it right and well to me When, where, and how my death shall be. Tune Title: [My God, I know that I must die]

Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God

Author: P. Eber Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #587 (1913) Topics: The Last Things Preparation for Death; The Last Things Preparation for Death Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God, Who borest anguish, scorn, the rod, And diedst at last upon the tree, To bring Thy Father's grace for me: I pray Thee, through that bitter woe; Let me, a sinner, mercy know. 2 When comes the hour of failing breath, And I must wrestle, Lord, with death. When from my sight all fades away, And when my tongue no more can say, And when mine ears no more can hear, And when my heart is racked with fear: 3 When all my mind is darkened o'er, And human help can do no more; Then come, Lord Jesus! come with speed, And help me in my hour of need; Lead me from this dark vale beneath, And shorten then the pangs of death. 4 Joyful my resurrection be, Thou in the judgment plead for me, And hide my sins, Lord, from Thy face, And give me life, of Thy rich grace! I trust Thee utterly, my Lord, For Thou hast promised in Thy word! 5 Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt; Help us to wait until Thou wilt That we depart; and let our faith Be brave, and conquer e'en in death; Firm resting on Thy sacred word, Until we sleep in Thee, our Lord. Tune Title: [Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God]

From place to place the Christian goes

Author: N. L. von Zinzendorf Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #589 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.8.8 Topics: The Last Things Burial and Resurrection; The Last Things Burial and Ressurection Lyrics: 1 From place to place the Christian goes, By many a tempest driven, At last the haven of repose He safely finds in heaven. God, after life's alarms, Receives him in His arms. He dies, as in the mold the grain, To yield its golden fruit again. 2 And sure thy parting has been blessed, Bless'd be thy life's example! Thou spirit, calmly gone to rest, And thou, its mouldering temple. O soul, thy Savior's near! The morning star shines clear; And you, ye members, softly sleep Beneath love's shadow still and deep. 3 We wait with glad and patient hope The glorious revelation, While He this pilgrim dress folds up In holy preservation. O happy souls who rest In Jesus' arms and breast. Love leads us all our path aright, Through such a depth to such a height. Tune Title: [From place to place the Christian goes]

Praise God, this hour of sorrow

Author: H. A. Brorson; J. Heerman Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #600 (1913) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Topics: The Last Things Burial of Children; The Last Things Burial of Children Lyrics: 1 Praise God, this hour of sorrow Shall bring a brighter morrow: I go to Paradise. My mother dear and father, When round my grave you gather, Lay me to rest with songs of praise. 2 What better can befall me Than that the Lord doth call me From hence, where sin holds sway? Who is on earth a stranger Must ever be in danger, Till God hath closed life's fleeting day. 3 God takes His own from anguish And pain, in which they languish Within this vale of tears, And gives them to inherit The crown that Christ did merit: The joy of heaven's eternal years. 4 I was on earth your treasure; And now I know but pleasure Ye weep in bitter woe; Believe, whate'er betideth, God's love in all abideth, And soon your tears shall cease to flow. 5 Our days the Lord appointeth, He woundeth and anointeth, He knoweth all things well. No evil He effected, No good He e'er neglected, And all His works His glory tell. 6 When ye shall see me nearing The throne of God, appearing Adorned and crowned a bride, My palms of victory swinging, 'Midst Hallelujahs ringing, In beauteous grace the Lamb beside: 7 Ye both shall rue the sadness That made you weep, and gladness E'er in your hearts shall reign. Who follows where God guideth, And takes what He provideth Shall know surcease from all his pain. 8 Farewell, I now must leave you; The grief this day doth give you Soon others, too, shall bear. Be ye to God commended; In heaven all woe is ended, And we shall meet in glory there. Tune Title: [Praise God, this hour of sorrow]

Day of wrath! that day of mourning!

Author: Thomas of Celano Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #601 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8 Topics: The Last Things Christ's Second Coming; The Last Things Christ's Second Coming Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets' warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning! 2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth. 3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchers it ringeth; All before the throne it bringeth. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. 5 Lo! the Book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded! Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? 8 King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! 9 Think, good Jesus! my salvation Cost Thy wondrous incarnation, Leave me not to reprobation! 10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me: Shall such grace in vain be brought me? 11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that day of retribution. 12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the sinful woman savedst; Thou the dying thief forgavest; And to me a hope vouchsafest. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying! 15 With thy favored sheep O place me! Nor among the goats abase me; But to Thy right hand upraise me. 16 While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with Thy saints surrounded. 17 Bows my heart in meek submission, Strews with ashes of contrition; Help me in my last condition. 18 Ah, that day of tears and mourning! From the dust of earth returning Man for judgment must prepare him; 19 Spare, O God, in mercy spare him! Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest, Grant them Thine eternal rest! Tune Title: [Day of wrath! that day of mourning!]

Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swellilng

Author: Frederick W. Faber Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #607 (1913) Meter: 11.10.11.10.9.11 Topics: The Last Things The Heavenly Home; The Last Things The Heavenly Home Lyrics: 1 Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling O’er earth’s green fields, and ocean’s wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 'Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;' And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o’er land and sea, And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith’s journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart’s true home, will come at last. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning’s joy shall end the night of weeping, And life’s long shadows break in cloudless love. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Tune Title: [Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling]

Jerusalem, thou city fair and high

Author: J. M. Meyfart Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #610 (1913) Meter: 10.6.10.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: The Last Things The Heavenly Home; The Last Things The Heavenly Home Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem, thou city fair and high, Would God I were in thee! My longing heart fain, fain to thee would fly, It will not stay with me; Far over vale and mountain, Far over field and plain, It hastes to seek its fountain, And quit this world of pain. 2 O happy day and yet far happier hour, When wilt thou come at last? When fearless to my Father's love and power, Whose promise standeth fast, My soul I gladly render, For surely will His hand Lead her with guidance tender To heaven, her fatherland. 3 A moment's space, and gently, wondrously, Released from earthly ties, The fiery car shall bear her up to Thee, Through all these lower skies, To yonder shining regions, While down to meet her come The blessed angel legions, And bid her welcome home. 4 O Zion, hail! Bright city, now unfold The gates of grace to me! How many a time I longed for thee of old, Ere yet I was set free From yon dark life of sadness, Yon world of shadowy nought, And God had given the gladness, The heritage I sought. 5 Innumerous choirs before the shining throne Their joyful anthems raise, Till heaven's glad halls are echoing with the tone Of that great hymn of praise, And all its host rejoices, And all its blessed throng Unite their myriad voices In one eternal song! Tune Title: [Jerusalem, thou city fair and high]

There is a blessed home

Author: Sir Henry W. Baker Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #615 (1913) Topics: The Last Things The Heavenly Home; The Last Things The Heavenly Home Lyrics: 1 There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe, Where trials never come, Nor tears of sorrow flow; Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light Its glory throws around. 2 There is a land of peace, Good angels know it well: Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell; Around its glorious throne Ten thousand saints adore Christ, with the Father One, And Spirit, evermore. 3 O joy all joys beyond, To see the Lamb who died, And count each sacred wound In hands, and feet, and side; To give to Him the praise Of every triumph won, And sing through endless days The great things He hath done! 4 Look up, ye saints of God, Nor fear to tread below The path your Savior trod Of daily toil and woe; Wait but a little while In uncomplaining love, His own most gracious smile Shall welcome you above. Tune Title: [There is a blessed home]

Blessed are the heirs of heaven

Author: F. G. Klopstock Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #590 (1913) Meter: 8.9.8.8.9.8.6.6.4.4.4.8 Topics: The Last Things Burial and Resurrection; The Last Things Burial and Ressurection Lyrics: 1 Blessed are the heirs of heaven, The dead, who die in Christ forgiven, They from their labors have release; Saith the Spirit: they are resting. No sting of death is them molesting, For they have found the home of peace; In peace they sweetly rest, Forever they are blest, Hallelujah! Before God's throne to His dear Son Do follow them their works well done. 2 Glory, honor and thanksgiving, Be unto God the ever-living, And to the Lamb for sinners slain! Ransomed host that now victorious Have won the crown of life all glorious, Extol the Lamb, enthroned to reign! For us Himself He gave, He sank into the grave, He is risen! He went before, death's pathway o'er, We follow to the heavenly shore. 3 Sun nor moon their light are casting Where God in glory everlasting Dispels the gloomy shades of night; Now the wished-for day appeareth, O blessed sight, our souls it cheereth, The Lamb is now our sun and light! No more we weep or moan, The former things are gone, Hallelujah! Death's shades now flee, we rise to see The dayspring of eternity. Tune Title: [Blessed are the heirs of heaven]