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Death at hand
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #368 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death 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 are we.
2 Our wasting lives are short'ning still,
As months and days increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.
3 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
4 Good God! on what a slender thread,
Hang everlasting things!
Th'eternal states of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings.
5 Yet while a world of joy or wo
Depends on ev'ry breath,
Thoughtless and unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death.
6 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!
Languages: English
Death at hand
Victory over Death
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #372 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: When death appears before my sight Lyrics: 1 When death appears before my sight,
In all his dire array;
Unequal to the dreadful fight,
My courage dies away.
2 How shall I meet this potent foe
Whose frown my soul alarms?
Dark horror sits upon his brow;
And vict'ry waits his arms.
3 But see my glorious Leader nigh!
Jesus, my Savior, lives:
Before him death's pale terrors fly,
And my faint heart revives.
4 O may I meet the final hour
With fortitude divine!
Sustain'd by his almighty pow'r,
The conquest must be mine.
5 Lord! I commit my soul to thee:
Accept the sacred trust;
Receive this nobler part of me,
And watch my sleeping dust.
6 O let me join angelic lays,
And, with the blissful throng,
Resound salvation, pow'r, and praise,
In everlasting song! Languages: English
Victory over Death
When life's tempestuous storms are o'er
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #383 (1845) Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 When life's tempestuous storms are o'er,
How calm he meets the friendly shore,
Who liv'd averse from sin!
Such peace on virtue's path attends,
That, where the sinner's pleasure ends,
The Christian's joys begin.
2 See smiling patience smooth his brow!
See bending angels downwards bow,
To left his soul on high!
While, eager for the blest abode,
He joins with them to praise the God,
Who taught him how to die.
3 No sorrow drowns his lifted eyes;
No horror wrests the struggling sighs,
As from the sinner's breast:
His God, the God of peace and love,
Pours kindly solace from above,
And heals his soul with rest.
4 O grant, my Savior, and my Friend!
Such joys may gild my peaceful end,
So calm my ev'ning close;
While, loos'd from ev'ry earthly tie,
With steady confidence I fly
To thee from whom I rose! Languages: English
When life's tempestuous storms are o'er
The Grave
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #386 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: The grave is now a favor'd spot Lyrics: 1 The grave is now a favor'd spot,--
To saints who sleep, in Jesus bless'd;
For there the wicked trouble not,
And there the weary are at rest.
2 At rest in Jesus' faithful arms;
At rest as in a peaceful bed;
Secure from all the dreadful storms,
Which round this sinful world are spread.
3 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before
To that inheritance divine!
They labor, sorrow, sigh no more,
But bright in endless glory shine.
4 Then let our mournful tears be dry,
Or in a gentle measure flow;
We hail them happy in the sky,
And joyful wait our call to go. Scripture: Job 3:17 Languages: English
The Grave
What sinners value, I resign
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #389 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Resurrection Lyrics: 1 What sinners value, I resign:
Lord! 'tis enough that thou art mine!
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there!
3 O glorious hour! O bless'd abode!
I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Savior's image rise.
Languages: English
What sinners value, I resign
Books opened
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #392 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: Methinks the last great day is come Lyrics: 1 Methinks the last great day is come,
Methinks I hear the trumpet sound,
That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb,
And wakes the pris'ners under ground.
2 The mighty deep gives up her trust,
Aw'd by the Judge's high command;
Both small and great now quit their dust,
And round the dread tribunal stand.
3 Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th'important fates of men!
Each word and deed now public made,
Written by heaven's unerring pen.
4 To ev'ry soul the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward;
Sinners in vain lament and pine:
No pleas the Judge will here regard.
5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve;
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love. Scripture: Revelation 22:12 Languages: English
Books opened
Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #401 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity Lyrics: 1 Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree
That Adam's race must die:
One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.
2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must quickly dwell.
Hark how the awful summons sounds
In ev'ry fun'ral knell!
3 Once you must die, and once for all;
The solemn purport weigh;
For know, that heav'n and hell are hung
On that important day.
4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veil'd,
Must wake the Judge to see;
And ev'ry word, and ev'ry thought
Must pass his scrutiny.
5 O may I in the Judge behold
My Savior and my Friend,
And far beyond the reach of death
With all his saints ascend! Languages: English
Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree
The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #402 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns:
Let hypocrites attend and fear,
Who place their hope in rites and forms,
But make not faith nor love their care.
2 They dare rehearse his awful name
With lips of falsehood and deceit;
A friend or brother they defame,
And sooth and flatter those they hate.
3 They watch to do their neighbors wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker's face;
They take his cov'nant on their tongue,
But break his laws, abuse his grace.
4 And, while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure and sin the more;
They think he sleeps, as well as they,
And put far off the evil hour.
5 O dreadful hour, when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes!
Anguish their guilty souls shall tear,
And no deliv'rer dare to rise. Languages: English
The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns
When, bending o'er the brink of life
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #363 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 When, bending o'er the brink of life,
My trembling soul shall stand,
Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
Great God, at thy command!
2 When weeping friends surround my bed,
And close my sightless eyes;
When shatter'd by the weight of years
This broken body lies:
3 When ev'ry long-lov'd scene of life
Stands ready to depart;
When the last sigh that shakes the frame
Shall rend this bursting heart:
4 O, thou great Source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave!
5 Lay thy supporting gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head;
And, with a ray of love divine,
Illume my dying bed!
Scripture: 1 Samuel 15:32 Languages: English
When, bending o'er the brink of life
Oh, where shall rest be found
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #364 (1845) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 Oh, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
’Twere vain the ocean’s depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years--
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh! what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun:--
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.
6 Here would we end our quest--
Alone are found in thee
The life of perfect love--the rest
Of immortality. Languages: English
Oh, where shall rest be found
The tolling Bell
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #365 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Oft as the bell, with solemn toll Lyrics: 1 Oft as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, "Am I
Prepar'd, should I be called to die?"
2 Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung'd into a world unknown.
3 Then leaving all I lov'd below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.
4 Lord Jesus! help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my sin, and let me live.
5 Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Now would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me. Languages: English
The tolling Bell
The Voice of the Tomb
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #366 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death 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 towers!
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 the tomb,
And yet prepare no more!
4 Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly:
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.
Languages: English
The Voice of the Tomb
The Vanity of Man as mortal
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #367 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame!
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast;
An fleeting hour of time;
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flow'r and prime.
3 What should I wish or wait for then,
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
4 Now I resign my earthly hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal int'rest up,
And make my God my all. Languages: English
The Vanity of Man as mortal
That awful hour will soon appear
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #369 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 That awful hour will soon appear,
Swift on the wings of time it flies
When all that pains or pleases here,
Will vanish from my closing eyes.
2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence,
And none resist the fatal dart;
Continual warnings strike my sense,
And shall they fail to strike my heart?
3 Think, O my soul! how much depends
On the short period of to-day:
Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends,
Be negligently thrown away?
4 Thy remnant minutes strive to use;
Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r;
And not in dreams and trifles lose
This little, this important hour!
5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart
With heav'nly ardor, grace divine;
Nor let thy presence e'er depart,
For strength, and life, and death are thine.
6 O teach me the celestial skill,
Each awful warning to improve;
And while my days are short'ning still,
Prepare me for the joys above!
Languages: English
That awful hour will soon appear
Numbering our Days
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #370 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: God of eternity! from thee Lyrics: 1 God of eternity! from thee
Did infant time his being draw;
Moments and days, and months and years,
Revolve, by thy unvari'd law.
2 Silent and slow they glide away;
Steady and strong the current flows;
Lost in eternity’s wide sea,
The boundless gulf from which it rose.
3 Thoughtless and vain, our mortal race
Along the mighty stream are borne
On to their everlasting home,--
That country whence there's no return.
4 Yet while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy, flatt'ring show,
We gaze, in fond amazement lost,
Nor think to what a world we go.
5 Great source of wisdom! teach my heart
To know the price of ev'ry hour;
That time may bear me on to joys
Beyond its measure and its pow'r. Languages: English
Numbering our Days
Man fading and reviving
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #371 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: The morning flow'rs display their sweets Lyrics: 1 The morning flow'rs display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noon-day heats
And fearless of the ev'ning cold.
2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride and beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colors shine
And sweeter than the virgin rose.
4 Or worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.
6 Let sickness blast and death devour,
If heav'n must recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,
If firm the word of God remains.
Languages: English
Man fading and reviving
Christ's Presence makes Death easy
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #373 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Why should we start and fear to die? Lyrics: 1 Why should we start or fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away:
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
3 O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she past.
4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there. Languages: English
Christ's Presence makes Death easy
Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #374 (1845) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: And must this body die? Lyrics: 1 And must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering 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,
Look heavenly and divine.
5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.
6 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these, our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise
With our immortal tongues. Languages: English
Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection
Death of Friends and Relatives
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #375 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Must friends and kindred droop and die Lyrics: 1 Must friends and kindred droop and die,
And helpers be withdrawn;
While sorrow, with a weeping eye,
Counts up our comforts gone?
2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God!
Our helper and our friend;
Nor leave us in this dang'rous road,
Till all our trials end.
3 O may our feet pursue the way
Our pious fathers led;
With love and holy zeal obey
The counsels of the dead.
4 Let us be wean'd from earthly joys;
Let hope our grief dispel:
The dead in Jesus shall arise,
In endless bliss to dwell. Languages: English
Death of Friends and Relatives
On the Death of a parent
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #376 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Though nature's voice you must obey Lyrics: 1 Though nature's voice you must obey,
Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow,
That hand, which takes your joys away,
That sov'reign hand can heal your wo.
2 And while your mournful thoughts deplore
The parent gone, remov'd the friend!
With hearts resign'd,, his grace adore,
On whom your nobler hopes depend.
3 Does he not bid his children come
Thro' death's dark shades to realms of light!
Yet, when he calls them to their home
Shall fond survivors mourn their flight?
4 His work--here let your souls rely--
Immortal consolation gives:
Your heav'nly Father cannot die,
Th'eternal Friend forever lives.
5 O be that best of friends your trust;
On his almighty arm recline;
He, when your comforts sink in dust,
Can give you comforts more divine. Languages: English
On the Death of a parent
While to the grave our friends are borne
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #377 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 While to the grave our friends are borne,
Around their cold remains
How all the tender passions mourn,
And each fond heart complains!
2 But down to earth, alas! in vain
We bend our weeping eyes,
Ah! let us leave these seats of pain,
And upwards learn to rise.
3 Hope cheerful smiles amid the gloom,
And beams a healing ray;
And guides us from the darksome tomb,
To realms of endless day.
4 To those bright courts when hope ascends,
She calms the swelling wo;
In hope we meet our happy friends,
And tears forget to flow.
5 Then let our hearts repine no more,
That earthly comfort dies;
But lasting happiness explore,
And ask it from the skies. Languages: English
While to the grave our friends are borne
Death of the Young
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #378 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Thy life I read, my dearest Lord! Lyrics: 1 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord!
With transport all divine;
Thine image trace in every word,--
Thy love in every line.
2 Methinks I see a thousand charms
Spread o'er thy lovely face,
While infants in thy tender arms
Receive the smiling grace.
3 "I take these lambs," said he,
"And lay them in my breast;
Protection they shall find in me,--
In me be ever blest.
4 "Death may the bands of life unloose,
But can't dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose
The family above.
5 "Their feeble frames my power shall raise,
And mould with heavenly skill:
I'll give them tongues to sing my praise,
And hands to do my will."
6 His words the happy parents hear,
And shout, with joys divine,
Dear Savior, all we have and are
Shall be forever thine. Languages: English
Death of the Young
On the Death of a Child
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #379 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Life is a span, a fleeting hour Lyrics: 1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender transient, flow'r,
That e'en in blooming dies.
2 The once-lov'd form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.
3 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo! stern winter flies;
And, dress'd in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flow'ry tribes arise.
4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime
And bloom to fade no more.
5 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high:
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.
Languages: English
On the Death of a Child
At the Funeral of a young Person
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #380 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death 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, impress'd
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 every heart obey;
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
5 Oh, 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
At the Funeral of a young Person
The dying Christian
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #381 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: From his low bed of mortal dust Lyrics: 1 From his low bed of mortal dust,
Escap'd the prison of his clay,
The new inhabitant of bliss
To heav'n directs his wond'rous way.
2 Ye fields, that witness'd once his tears,
Ye winds, that wafted oft his sighs,
Ye mountains, where he breath'd his pray'rs,
When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes;
3 No more the weary pilgrim mourns,
No more affliction wrings his heart;
Th'unfetter'd soul to God returns--
Forever he and anguish part!
4 Receive, O earth, his faded form,
In thy cold bosom let it lie;
Safe let it rest from ev'ry storm--
Soon must it rise, no more to die!
Languages: English
The dying Christian
In vain my fancy strives to paint
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #382 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint
The moment after death;
The glories that surround a saint,
When yielding up his breath.
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks,
We scarce can say, "He's gone!"
Before the willing spirit takes
Its mansions near the throne.
3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace the spirit's flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides the world of light.
4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,
Saints are completely blest;
Have done with sin, and care, and wo,
And with their Savior rest.
5 On harps of gold they praise his name,
His face they always view;
Then let us foll'wers be of them,
That we may praise him too. Languages: English
In vain my fancy strives to paint
There is a house not made with hands
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #384 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall,
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.
3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heaven,
And as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.
4 We walk by faith of joys to come,
Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home
We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee. Languages: English
There is a house not made with hands
Faith of the Ancients
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #385 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Blest is the mem'ry of the just Lyrics: 1 Blest is the mem'ry of the just,
And sweet their slumbers in the dust!
Though lost; long lost to mortal eye,
Their well-earn'd fame shall never die.
2 In life's fair book the Patriarchs live;
Prophets and saints instruction give:
Though dead, they speak the truth divine,
And in example brightly shine.
3 My soul, these ancient heroes view;
Their faith, their love, their zeal pursue.
Warm'd by each word, and glorious deed,
In the same blessed path proceed.
4 O may I in their triumphs share,
When the great Savior shall appear,
to raise them up to high renown
And give them an immortal crown! Scripture: Hebrews 11:33-34 Languages: English
Faith of the Ancients
What scenes of horror and of dread
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #387 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 What scenes of horror and of dread
Await the sinner's dying bed!
Death's terrors all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night.
2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise;
Mount Sinai's thunder shuns his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.
3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast;
Where'er he turns he finds no rest;
Death strikes the blow; he groans and cries,
And in despair and horror dies.
4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss:--
His soul is filled with conscious peace;
A steady faith subdues his fear!
He sees the happy Canaan near,
5 His mind is tranquil and serene;
No terrors in his looks are seen;
His Savior's smile dispels the gloom,
And smooths his passage to the tomb.
6 Lord! make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear:
And, when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in peace at last. Languages: English
What scenes of horror and of dread
No, I'll repine at death no more
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #388 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Resurrection Lyrics: 1 No, I'll repine at death no more;
But, calm and cheerful, will resign
To the cold dungeon of the grave,
These dying, with'ring limbs of mine.
2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust;
My God shall raise my frame anew
At the revival of the just.
3 Break, sacred morning! through the skies,
And usher in that glorious day:
Come quickly, Lord! cut short the hours:
Thy lingering wheels, how long they stay!
4 Haste, then, upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious sleeping clay,
That we may join in heav'nly joys,
And sing the triumph of the day. Languages: English
No, I'll repine at death no more
Hope in the Resurrection
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #390 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Resurrection First Line: Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path Lyrics: 1 Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We soldiers of an injur'd King
Are marching to the tomb.
2 There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.
3 Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded o'er our silent dust
The storms of life shall beat.
4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie,
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.
5 These ashes too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep,
Till the last angel rise, and break
The long and dreary sleep.
6 Then life's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise. Languages: English
Hope in the Resurrection
The Resurrection of the Just
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #391 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Resurrection First Line: How long shall death, the tyrant, reign Lyrics: 1 How long shall death, the tyrant, reign,
And triumph o'er the just,
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?
2 Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades!
The dawn of heav'n appears:
The sweet, immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres,
3 I hear the voice! "ye dead arise;"
And lo! the graves obey;
And waking saints with joyful eyes
Salute th'expected day.
4 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the mid-way air;
In shining garments meet their King,
And bow before him there.
5 O may our humble spirits stand
Among them cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.
Languages: English
The Resurrection of the Just
The Terrors of Judgment, and Penitence from them
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #393 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: When, rising from the bed of death Lyrics: 1 When, rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:--
3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!
4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;
Thy nature is benign:
Thy pard'ning mercy I implore;
For mercy, Lord, is thine.
5 O let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul!
Correct my passions, mend my heart,
And all my fears control.
6 And may I taste thy richer grace
In that decisive hour,
When Christ to judgment shall descend,
And time shall be no more. Languages: English
The Terrors of Judgment, and Penitence from them
Eternity
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #394 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: There is a land of pure delight Lyrics: 1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise;
And view the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er:
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore. Languages: English
Eternity
The Glory of Christ in Heaven
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #395 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: O the delights, the heavenly joys Lyrics: 1 O the delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!
2 Sweet majesty, serenest love
Sit smiling on his brow,
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.
3 Archangels sound his lofty praise
Through every heavenly street,
And lay their highest honors down,
Submissive at his feet.
4 This is the man, th'exalted man
Whom we unseen adore;
But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.
5 Savior divine, our souls aspire,
To see thy bless'd abode,
Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise
To our incarnate God.
6 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight
We long to leave our clay,
And wish thy fiery charriots, Lord,
To fetch our souls away. Languages: English
The Glory of Christ in Heaven
The Delights of Heaven inconceivable
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #396 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard Lyrics: 1 Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
What joys the Father has prepar'd
For those that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heav'n to come;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can see or taste the bliss.
4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But foll'wers of the Lamb.
5 He keeps the Father's book of life;
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heav'nly ground. Languages: English
The Delights of Heaven inconceivable
Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #397 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity Lyrics: 1 Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell,
With all your feeble light,
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon
Pale empress of the night!
2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array'd!
My soul, which spring beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.
3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,
The pavement of those heav'nly courts,
Where I shall reign with God.
4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.
5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline
Amidst those brighter skies.
6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,
And each the bliss of all shall share
With infinite delight. Languages: English
Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell
Not to the terrors of the Lord
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #398 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity Lyrics: 1 Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word,
Which God on Sinai spoke:
2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.
3 Behold th'innumerable host
Of angels, cloth'd in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turn'd to sight!
4 Behold the bless'd assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven!
And God, the Judge of all, declare
Their numerous sins forgiven,
5 In such society as this
My weary soul would rest!
The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever bless'd. Languages: English
Not to the terrors of the Lord
Anticipation of Heaven
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #399 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart Lyrics: 1 Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart
Their influence to our song.
2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care,
And discord there shall cease;
And perfect joy, and love sincere
Adorn the realms of peace.
3 The soul, from sin forever free,
Shall mourn its pow'r no more;
But, cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
4 There on a throne, how dazzling bright,
Th'exalted Saviour shines,
And beams ineffable delight
On all the heav'nly minds.
5 There shall the foll'wers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs,
And endless honors to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.
6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;
Till, in thy blissful course above,
We join th'angelic choir. Languages: English
Anticipation of Heaven
Heaven alone can satisfy the Soul
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #400 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: From this world's joys and senseless mirth Lyrics: 1 From this world's joys and senseless mirth,
O come, my soul! in haste retire;
Assume the grandeur of thy birth,
And to thy native heav'n aspire.
2 'Tis heav'n alone can make thee bless'd,
Can ev'ry wish and want supply;
Thy joy, thy crown, thy endless rest,
Are all above the lofty sky.
3 Eternal mansions! bright array!
O blest exchange! transporting thought!
Free from th'approaches of decay,
Or the least shadow of a spot.
4 There shall mortality no more
Its wide extended empire boast;
Forgotten all its dreadful pow'r,
In life's unbounded ocean lost.
5 There dwells the sovereign Lord of all,
The God that all the worlds adore;
With whom is bliss that cannot pall,
And joys that last forever more. Languages: English
Heaven alone can satisfy the Soul
Who shall against the Lord prevail?
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #403 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity Lyrics: 1 Who shall against the Lord prevail?
Or who presume to say,
"That righteous law, which God proclaims,
I dare to disobey?"
2 Ten thousand actions ev'ry where
The impious language speak:
Yet pow'r omnipotent stands by,
Nor do its thunders break.
3 But O! the dreadful day draws near,
When God's avenging hand
Shall shew, if feeble mortals' breath,
Or God's own word shall stand.
4 My soul, with rev'rence prostrate fall,
Before the voice divine;
And all thine int'rest and thy pow'rs
To his command resign.
5 Let the vain of sons of Belial boast,
Their tongues and thoughts are free:
My noblest liberty I own,
When subject most to thee. Languages: English
Who shall against the Lord prevail?
The final Sentence and Misery of the Wicked
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #404 (1845) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: And will the Judge descend? Lyrics: 1 And will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes!
2 And from his righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound;
And, through the numerous guilty throng,
Spread black despair around?
3 "Depart from me, accurs'd,
To everlasting flame,
For rebel angels first prepar'd,
Where mercy never came."
4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day:
When earth and heaven, before his face,
Astonish'd shrink away?
5 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!
6 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.
7 So shall that curse remove
By which the Savior bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head. Scripture: Matthew 25:41 Languages: English
The final Sentence and Misery of the Wicked
