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How tedious & tasteless the hours

Hymnal: DHNC1805 #17 (1805) Lyrics: How tedious & tasteless the hours When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, & sweet flowers, Have all lost their sweetness to me. Languages: English Tune Title: SWEET PROSPECT

Why should we mourn departing friends

Hymnal: DHNC1805 #18a (1805) Lyrics: Why should we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms, 'Tis but the voice which Jesus sends To call them to His arms. Languages: English

O come let us join

Hymnal: DHNC1805 #18b (1805) Lyrics: 1 O come let us join, Together combine; To praise our dear Savior, our Master divine. Him let us adore, Who cover'd with gore, Late hanged on Calvary, Both wounded and poor, Late hanged on Calvary, Both wounded and poor. 2 He worthy is bless'd, By spirits at rest, Who once in this Desart his Godhead confess'd, The heavenly Spheres, Who saw him in tears, Yea every Arch Angel, his person reveres, Yea every Arch Angel, his person reveres. 3 The Prophets who told His Sufferings of old, Sing now sweet Thanksgiving on Psalt'ries of Gold. The Fathers to whom He seow'd he would come, Now in his Pavilion take up their long Home, Now in his Pavilion take up their long Home. 4 The Spirits of Men, Who for him were slain, From Abel the Righteous, share now in his Reign. The Apostles who stood, Resisting to Blood, For Jesus's Gospel, rejoice in their God, For Jesus's Gospel, rejoice in their God. 5 The Confessor's too, Them prostrating low, Cast down their bright Mitres, and thankfully bow. O Church of the Lamb, Here met do the same, With Saints, and with Angels, bless Jesus's Name. 6 My soul bear a Part, For ransom'd thou art, By Jesu's Blood-shedding, his Burial, and Smart. To him that was slain, The scorn'd Nazarene, Be Glory and Blessing, let all say, Amen, Be Glory and Blessing, let all say, Amen. Languages: English

My flesh shall slumber in the ground

Hymnal: DHNC1805 #20 (1805) Lyrics: My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's awful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. Languages: English

O! if my Lord would come and meet

Hymnal: DHNC1805 #21 (1805) Lyrics: O! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul would stretch her wings in haste; Fly fearless thro' death's iron gates; Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. Languages: English

Sweet spirit, if thy airy sleep

Author: T. More, Esq. Hymnal: DHNC1805 #22 (1805) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Sweet spirit if thy airy sleep, Nor sees my tears, nor hears my sighs, Oh I will weep, in luxury weep; Till the last heart's drop fill mine eyes 2 But if thy sainted soul can feel, And mingle in our misery, Then, then my breaking heart I'll seal, Thou shalt not hear one sigh from me. 3 The beam of morn was on thy stream, But sullen clouds the day deform; Thou wert indeed that morning beam, And death, alas! that sullen storm. 4 Thou wert not formed for living here, For thou wert kindred with the sky; Yet, yet we held thee all so dear, We thought thou wert not form'd to die. 5 How sweetly could I lay my head Within the cold grave's silent breast; Where sorrow's tears so more are shed, No more the ills of life molest. 6 For, ah my heart! how very soon The glittering dreams of youth are past! And long before it reach its noon, The sun of life is overcast. Languages: English