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Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #154b (1786) Topics: Psalm for Funeral; Psalm for Funeral First Line: Remember Lord, our mortal state 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 89:47-52 Languages: English

Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #154b (1790) Topics: Psalm for Funeral; Psalm for Funeral First Line: Remember Lord, our mortal state 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 89:47-52 Languages: English

Mortailty and Hope; A Funeral Psalm

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #156 (1740) Topics: Funeral psalm; Psalm for a funeral First Line: Remember, Lord, our mortal State 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 89:47-52 Languages: English

Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #164b (1786) Topics: Psalm for Funeral; Psalm for Funeral First Line: Remember Lord, our mortal state 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 89:47-52 Languages: English

Funeral Mass

Hymnal: RitualSong (2nd ed.) #210 (2016) Topics: Rites of the Church Order of Christian Funerals; Funeral Mass Languages: English

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

A funeral hymn, at the interment of the body

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCLXIV (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Funeral First Line: Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb Lyrics: 1 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb, Take this new treasure to they trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in the dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, And angels watch his soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept; God's dying son Pass'd through the grave and blest the bed; Rest here blest saint, till from his throne The morning break and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn, Attend O earth! his sov'reign word; Restore thy trust, a glorious form; He must ascend to meet his Lord. Languages: English

At the funeral of a young person

Author: Steele Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DLVII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Funeral Of a young person First Line: When blooming youth is snatch'd away Lyrics: 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, Which pity must demand. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, O may this truth, imprest With awful power—I too must die,— Sink deep in every breast. 3 Let this vain world engage no more; Behold the gaping tomb! It bids us seize the present hour, To-morrow death may come. 4 The voice of this alarming scene May ev'ry heart obey; Nor be the heavenly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray. 5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose powerful arm can save Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave. 6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart, With cleansing, healing power; This only can prepare the heart For death's surprising hour. Languages: English

A funeral Thought

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XCVII (1791) Topics: Funeral Hymns First Line: Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound