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Who knows how near my end may be?
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #386 (1893) Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 WHO knows how near my end may be?
Time speeds away, and death comes on;
How swiftly, ah! how suddenly,
May death be here, and life be gone!
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
2 The world that smiled when morn was come
May change for me ere close of eve;
So long as earth is still my home
In peril of my death I live;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
3 Teach me to ponder oft my end,
And ere the hour of death appears,
To cast my soul on Christ, her Friend,
Nor spare repentant sighs and tears;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
4 And let me now so order all,
That ever ready I may be
To say with joy, Whate’er befall,
Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
5 Let heaven to me be ever sweet,
And this world bitter let me find,
That I, 'mid all its toil and heat,
May keep eternity in mind;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
6 O Father, cover all my sins
With Jesus’ merits, who alone
The pardon that I covet wins
And makes His long sought rest my own;
My God for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
7 His sorrows and His cross I know
Make death-beds soft, and light the grave,
They comfort in the hour of woe,
They give me all I fain would have;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
8 From Him can naught my soul divide,
Nor life nor death can part us now;
I thrust my hand into His side,
And say, My Lord and God art Thou!
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
9 In holy Baptism long ago
I joined me to the living Vine;
Thou lovest me in Him I know,
In Him Thou dost accept me Thine;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day,
10 And I have eaten His own flesh
And drunk His blood,--nor can I be
Forsaken now, nor doubt afresh,
I am in Him, and He in me.
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
11 Then death may come, or tarry yet,
I know in Christ I perish not,
He never will His own forget,
He gives me robes without a spot.
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
12 And thus I live in God at peace,
And die without a thought of fear,
Content to take what God decrees,
For through His Son my faith is clear,
His grace shall be in death my stay,
And peace shall bless my dying day. Languages: English
Who knows how near my end may be?
Who knows how near my end may be
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #544 (1918) Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 Who knows how near my end may be?
Time speeds away, and death comes on;
How swiftly, ah! how suddenly,
May death be here and life be gone!
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
2 The world that smiled when morn was come
May change for me ere close of eve;
So long as earth is still my home
In peril of my death I live;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
3 Teach me to ponder oft my end,
And ere the hour of death appears,
To cast my soul on Christ, her Friend,
Nor spare repentant sighs and tears;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
4 And let me now so order all,
That ever ready I may be
To say with joy, Whate’er befall,
Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
5 Let heaven to me be ever sweet,
And this world bitter let me find,
That I, 'mid all its toil and heat,
May keep eternity in mind;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
6 O Father, cover all my sins
With Jesus’ merits, who alone
The pardon that I covet wins
And makes His long-sought rest my own;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
7 His sorrows and His cross I know
Make death-beds soft, and light the grave,
They comfort in the hour of woe,
They give me all I fain would have;
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
8 From Him can naught my soul divide,
Nor life nor death can part us now;
I thrust my hand into His side,
And say, My Lord and God art Thou!
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
9 In holy Baptism long ago
I joined me to the living Vine;
Thou lovest me in Him, I know,
In Him Thou dost accept me Thine;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
10 And I have eaten His own flesh
And drunk His blood,--nor can I be
Forsaken now, nor doubt afresh,
I am in Him, and He in me.
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
11 Then death may come, or tarry yet,
I know in Christ I perish not,
He never will His own forget,
He gives me robes without a spot.
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
12 And thus I live in God at peace,
And die without a thought of fear,
Content to take what God decrees,
For through His Son my faith is clear,
His grace shall be in death my stay,
And peace shall bless my dying day. Languages: English
Who knows how near my end may be
Say, Are You Ready?
Author: A. S. Kieffer Hymnal: Sacred Songs and Solos #355 (1890) Topics: Death and Burial First Line: Should the death angel knock at your chamber Scripture: Matthew 24:44 Languages: English Tune Title: [Should the death angel knock at your chamber]
Say, Are You Ready?
It is not death to die
Author: Rev. H. A. Caesar Malan; Rev. George W. Bethune Hymnal: The Hymnal #617 (1912) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Death and Burial
It is not death to die
It is not death to die
Author: C. H. A. Malan; G. W. Bethune Hymnal: Worship Song #740 (1905) Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English Tune Title: AUGUSTINE
It is not death to die
As fades the lovely blooming flow'rs
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCXXVII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Death and Burials For the Burial of an Infant Lyrics: 1 As fades the lovely blooming flow'rs,
And with the winds do fly:
Just such are they who live but hours,
And only born to die.
2 It is beyond the greatest art,
to move that load of care;
It wounds the tender parent's heart,
Which nature has to bear.
3 O let the gospel then be night,
It is the strongest aid;
Such consolations never die,
That Christ shall raise the dead. Languages: English
As fades the lovely blooming flow'rs
In the Very Midst of Life
Author: Martin Luther, 1483-1546; F. Samuel Janzow, b. 1913 Hymnal: Lutheran Worship #265 (1982) Meter: Irregular Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English Tune Title: MITTEN WIR IM LEBEN SIND
In the Very Midst of Life
Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #378 (1893) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 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:
2 I pray Thee, through that bitter woe,
Let me, a sinner, mercy know,
When comes the hour of failing breath,
And I must wrestle, Lord, with death.
3 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.
4 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.
5 Lead me from this dark vale beneath,
And shorten then the pangs of death;
All evil spirits drive away,
But let Thy Spirit with me stay,
6 Until my soul the body leave;
Then in Thy hands my soul receive,
And let the earth my body keep,
Till the last day shall break its sleep.
7 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 dear grace!
8 Implicitly I trust Thee, Lord,
For Thou hast promised in Thy Word:
"In truth I tell you, who receives
My Word, and keeps it, and believes,
9 Shall never fall God's wrath beneath,
Shall never taste eternal death;
Though here he must return to dust,
He still is noways therefore lost;
10 For I will with a mighty hand
Deliver him from death's strong band,
And lift him hence that he shall be
Forever in my realm with me.
11 Forever living there in bliss."
O let us not that glory miss!
Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt,
Help us to wait until Thou wilt
12 That we depart; and let our faith
Be brave, and conquer even in death,
Firm resting on Thy sacred Word,
Until we sleep in Thee, our Lord. Languages: English
Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God
When my last hour is close at hand
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #385 (1893) Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 WHEN my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Lord Jesus Christ, beside me stand,
Nor let Thy help forsake me;
To Thy blest hands I now commend
My soul, at this my earthly end,
And Thou wilt safely keep it.
2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber;
But though as sands upon the shore,
My sins may be in number.
I will not quail, but think of Thee;
Thy death, Thy sorrow, borne for me,
Thy sufferings shall uphold me.
3 I have been grafted in the Vine,
And hence my comfort borrow,
For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine
Through fear, and pain, and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee,
Who through Thy death hast won for me
The right to life eternal.
4 Since Thou from death didst rise again,
In death Thou wilt not leave me;
Lord, Thy ascension soothes my pain,
No fear of death shall grieve me;
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy I can depart
To be with Thee forever.
5 And so I stretch mine arms to Thee,
And gladly hence betake me;
Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be,
No human voice can wake me.
But Christ is with me through the strife,
And He will bear me into life,
And open heaven before me. Languages: English
When my last hour is close at hand
When My Last Hour Is Close at Hand
Author: N. Herman, c. 1480-1561; Unknown; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #481 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand,
Lord Jesus Christ, attend me;
Beside me then, O Savior, stand
To comfort and defend me.
Into Thy hands I will commend
My soul at this my earthly end,
And Thou wilt keep it safely.
2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber;
But though as sands upon the shore
My sins may be in number,
I will not quail, but think of Thee;
Thy death, Thy sorrow, borne for me,
Thy suff'rings, shall uphold me.
3 I am a branch in Thee, the Vine,
And hence the comfort borrow
That Thou wilt surely keep me Thine
Through fear and pain and sorrow;
And when I die, I die to Thee,
Thy precious death hath won for me
The life that never endeth.
4 Since Thou the pow'r of death didst rend,
In death Thou wilt not leave me;
Since Thou didst into heaven ascend,
No fear of death shall grieve me.
For where Thou art, there shall I be
That I may ever live with Thee;
That is my hope when dying.
5 My spirit I commend to Thee
And gladly hence betake me;
Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be,
No human voice can wake me.
But Christ is with me through the strife,
And He will bear me into life
And open heav'n before me.
Languages: English Tune Title: WENN MEIN STÜNDLEIN
When My Last Hour Is Close at Hand
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