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My God, I know that I must die

Author: Benjamin Schmolk, d. 1737; Jane Borthwick Hymnal: Church Book #544 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity 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, On gently as a sleep to some. Just as Thou wilt, if but it be To bring me, blessed 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. Languages: English Tune Title: MACCABAEUS

I know my end must surely come

Author: Solomon Frank; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #545 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 I know my end must surely come, But know not when, or where, or how; It may be I shall hear my doom To-night, to-morrow, nay, or now; Ere yet this present hour is fled, This living body may be dead. 2 Lord Jesus, let me daily die, And at the last Thy presence give; Then Death his utmost power may try, He can but make me truly live. Then welcome my last hour shall be, When, where, and how it pleases Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: VATER UNSER IN HIMMELREICH

Who knows how near my end may be?

Author: Miss Winkworth; Emilia Juliana, Countess of Schwarzburg-Rudolstadt Hymnal: Church Book #546 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity 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 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. 3 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. 4 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 Tune Title: WER WEISZ, WIE NAHE WIR MEIN ENDE

When my last hour is close at hand

Author: Edgar Alfred Bowring; Nikolaus Hermann Hymnal: Church Book #547 (1890) Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand, My last sad journey taken, Do Thou, Lord Jesus! by me stand, Let me not be forsaken. O Lord, my spirit I resign Into Thy loving hands divine; 'Tis safe within Thy keeping. 2 Countless as sands upon the shore, My sins may then appall me; Yet, though my conscience vex me sore, Despair shall not enthrall me: For as I draw my latest breath, I'll think, Lord Christ! upon Thy Death, And there find consolation. 3 I shall not in the grave remain, Since Thou death's bonds hast severed; But hope with Thee to rise again, From fear of death delivered, For where Thou art, there I shall be. That I may ever live with Thee: This is my joy in dying. 4 And so to Jesus Christ I'll go, My longing arms extending; So fall asleep in slumber deep, Slumber that knows no ending, Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son, Opens the gates of bliss, leads on To heaven, to life eternal. Languages: English Tune Title: WENN MEIN STÜNDLEIN VORHANDEN IST

At sige Verden ret Farvel

Author: Grundtvig Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #547 (1919) Topics: Tjueførste Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fest Til Høimesse; Twenty First Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Sextende Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse; Sixteenth Sunday after Epiphany; Døden; Death; Jesus, vor Ven; Jesus, Our Friend Lyrics: 1 At sige Verden ret Farvel I Livets Gry og Livets Kvæld Er lige tungt at nemme; Det lærtes aldrig her paa Jord, Var, Jesus, ei du i dit Ord Hos os, som du er hjemme. 2 Hvor tidt hos dig end Trøst jeg fandt, Naar Hjertet skjalv og Graaden randt, Og Verdens Bølger bruste, Ved Støvet hænger dog min Sjæl, Og Slangen bider i min Hæl, Skjønt du dens Hoved knuste. 3 O Jesus, Herre, Broder sød, Du kjender bedst den bitre Død, Du har den overvundet; Vor Skabning grant og kjender du, Og ved, vi alle se med Gru Vort Timeglas udrundet. 4 O kom du, som engang jeg veed, Du i din Faders Herlighed Skal klart dig aabenbare, Var det i Gry, var det i Kvæld, Jeg skyndte mig med kort Farvel I Sky til dig at fare. 5 Men kommer Døden førend du, Kom da i Løn, og kom ihu, Hvor mørkt der er i Graven; Omstraal mig, saa jeg glemmer den, Salv Øiet paa din syge Ven, Saa jeg kan se Gudshaven! 6 Kom i den sidste Nattevagt I en af mine Kjæres Dragt, Og sæt dig ved min Side; Og tal med mig som Ven med Ven, Om hvor vi snart skal sees igjen Og glemme al vor Kvide! 7 Kom som du vil! jeg veed det vist, Du selv har sagt, at her og hist Du kjendes vil paa Røsten, Den Røst, hvorved, trods Verdens Larm, Os Hjertet brænde kan i Barm Og smelte hen i Trøsten. 8 O, lad mig i min sidste Stund Det høre af din egen Mund, Som Aand og Liv kan tale, Hvor godt der er i Himmerig, Og at du Rum har redt til mig I dine lyse Sale! 9 Før Døden med en iskold Haand Gjør Skjel imellem Støv og Aand, Bortvifter Hjertets Varme, Indslumre skal jeg da med Lyst, Som Barnet ved sin Moders Bryst, I dine Frelserarme. Languages: Norwegian

When the last agony draws nigh

Author: John Andew Gramlich; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #548 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When the last agony draws nigh, My spirit sinks in bitter fear: Courage! I conquer though I die, For Christ with Death once wrestled here. Thy strife, O Christ, with death's dark power Upholds me in this fearful hour. 2 In faith I hide myself in Thee; I shall not perish in the strife; I share Thy war, Thy victory, And death is swallowed up in Life. Thy strife, O Christ, with death of yore Hath conquered, and I fear no more. Languages: English Tune Title: WINKWORTH

Lord Jesus Christ, true Man and God

Author: Miss Winkworth; Paul Eber Hymnal: Church Book #549 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity 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 dear 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. Languages: English Tune Title: HERR JESU CHRIST, WAHR MENSCH U. GOTT

My God, to Thee I now commend

Author: Miss Winkworth; Philip Frederic Hiller Hymnal: Church Book #550 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 My God, to Thee I now commend My soul; for Thou, O Lord, Dost live and love me without end, And wilt perform Thy word. 2 To whom else should I make my plea, That heavenly life be mine? All souls, my God, belong to Thee; My soul is also Thine. 3 Thou gavest my spirit at my birth; Take back what Thou hast given; And with the Lord I served on earth, Grant me to live in heaven. 4 My soul is sprinkled with the Blood Thy Son hath shed for us, And in Thy sight is pure and good, Adorned and radiant thus. 5 Thou my Deliverer wast of yore; From sin Thou mad'st me free: Now, faithful God, do Thou, once more In death deliver me. 6 Thou livest and lovest without end, And dost perform Thy word: My parting soul I now commend To Thee, my God and Lord! Languages: English Tune Title: NUN SICH DER TAG GEENDET HAT

O Lord my God, I cry to Thee!

Author: Nicholas Selnecker; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #551 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 0 Lord my God, I cry to Thee! In my distress Thou helpest me. To Thee myself I all commend: O swiftly now Thine angel send To guide me home, and cheer my heart, Since Thou dost call me to depart! 2 0 Jesus Christ, Thou Lamb of God, Once slain to take away our load! Now let Thy Cross, Thine agony, Avail to save and solace me; Thy Death to open heaven, and there Bid me the joy of angels share. 3 0 Holy Spirit, at the end, Sweet Comforter, be Thou my Friend! When death and hell assail me sore, Leave me, O leave me nevermore, But bear me safely through the strife, As Thou hast promised, into Life. Languages: English Tune Title: VENI CITO

Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst

Author: Louise Henriette; Fr. Rostgaard Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #565 (1919) Topics: Truetredje Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Ord Til Aftengudstjeneste; Twenty third Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Sunday after Christmas; Sixteenth Sunday after Epiphany; Tjuefjerde Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Tredje Tekstrækkes Epistel; Twenty fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Twenty fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Haab; Hope; Jesus, vort Liv; Jesus, Our Life; Opstandelsen; Resurrection; Sextende Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse -Til Anden Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Søndag efter Jul Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Anden Tekstrækkes Lektie; Tjuefjerde Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Anden Tekstrækkes Epistel Lyrics: 1 Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst, Han, min Frelser, er i Live, Derfor jeg med Fryd og Lyst Al Tid mig tilfreds vil give, Hvad endog mig dødens Stund Gi'r for Tanker mangelund. 2 Jesus Krist, min Frelsermand, Lever vist, og jeg ksla skue Ham i det forjætted' Land, Hvorfor skulde jeg da grue? Han er Hoved, jeg et Lem, Han med sig mig fører hjem. 3 Jeg til ham med Haabets Baand Uopløselig er bunden, Saa skal og minTroes Haand Fæstet i ham blive funden, Saa mig aldrig Døden kan Skille fra min Frelsermand. 4 Jeg er Kjød og ganske vist Maa til Støv og Aske vorde, Men min Frelser, Jesus Krist, Skal opvække mig af Jorde, At jeg maa i Evighed Se ham i hans Herlighed. 5 Da skal atter denne Hud Disse Lemmer omkringgive, Ja i dette Legem Gud Skal af mig tilbedet blive, Og i dette Kjød jeg skal Jesus se i Himlens Sal. 6 Disse mine Øine og Ham, min Frelser, skulle kjende, Jeg, jeg selv–forklaret dog– Af hans Kjærlighed skal brænde, Saa at ingen Del hos mig Være skal forkrænkelig. 7 Hvad her findes sygt og svagt, Friskt og herligt der skal møde, Jordisk vorder jeg nedlagt, Himmelsk staar jeg op af Døde, Her jeg bort naturlig gaar, Der et evigt Liv jeg faar. 8 Mine Lemmer, værer fro! Kristus bærer eder alle; Skal I end i Graven bo, Han herud vil eder kalde, Naar Basunens stærke Lyd Høres til de Frommes Fryd. 9 I kan le ad Satans List Og ad Dødens Garn og Snare, Thi igjennem Luften vist I til Jesus skulle fare, Da skal sorg og alt Mismod Ligge under eders Fod. 10 Kun at eders Aand sig maa Ud fra Verdens Lyster rive, sjælens himmelske Attraa I maa eder overgive! Helliger da eder til Himlen, hvor I være vil! Languages: Norwegian