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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 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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