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Triumph over Death, in Hope of the Resurection

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #VIII (1791) Topics: Death and Resurrection 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 mould'ring 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 heav'nly and divine. 5 These lively Hopes we owe To Jesus' dying Love; We would adore his Grace below, And sing his Pow'r above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the Praise Of these our humble Songs, Till tunes of nobler Sound we raise With our immortal Tongues. Languages: English

A Thought of Death and Glory

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CLXXXVI (1791) Topics: Death and Resurrection First Line: My Soul come meditate the Day Lyrics: 1 My Soul come meditate the Day, And think how near it stands, When thou must quit this House of Clay, And fly to unknown Lands. [2 And you mine Eyes, look down and View The hollow, gaping Tomb: This gloomy Prison waits for you, Whene'er the Summons come.] 3 Oh! could we die with those that die, And place us in their stead; Then would our Spirits learn to fly, And converse With the Dead: 4 Then should we see the Saints above In their own glorious Forms, And wonder why our Souls should love To dwell with mortal Worms. 5 How we should scorn these Clothes of Flesh, These Fetters, and this Load; And long for Ev'ning to undress, That we may rest with God. 6 We should almost forsake our Clay Before the Summons come, And pray, and wish our Souls away To their eternal Home. Languages: English

Death and immediate Glory

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLXXXVI (1791) Topics: Death and Resurrection First Line: There is a House not made with Hands 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 heav'nly Father's Call. 3 'Tis he, by his Almighty Grace, That forms thee fit for Heav'n; And, as an Earnest of the Place, Has his own Spirit giv'n. 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. Scripture: 2 Corinthians 5:1 Languages: English

My Life I now to God resign

Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #199 (1732) Topics: Death and Resurrection Lyrics: I. My Live I now to God resign: At his Decree I'll not repine. Will he prolong my mournful Days, His promis'd Grace Suffices me to run my Race. II. I die at his appointed Hour. Who dares resist his sov'reign Pow'r? My very Hairs he knows 'em all, Both great and small, Without his Will not one can fall. III. What is our Life? A constant Scene Of Sighs and Tears, of Care and Pain: Moments of sin, and Months of Woe Here ebb and flow, Till we are summon'd hence to go. IV. What is a Man? a Clod of Earth, A needy Mortal from his Birth; Brought Nothing with him, when he came, But Sin and Shame; And naked leaves this worldly Frame. V. No Greatness, Wit, nor golden Store Can here obtain a better Score: 'Gainst Death no Physick can prevail; No Fee nor Bail Can cancel ADAM'S sad Entail. VI. To Day we live, look fair and red; To Morrow fain, are sick or dead: To Day we blossom like a Rose; Anon who knows But Death presents the Farewell-Dose. VII. Lord, make us number thus our Days, T'apply our Hearts to Wisdom's Ways, And learn, how swift our Moments fly, That all must die, Poor, Rich, Young, Old, the Low and High. VIII. This is the Fruit of ADAM'S Fall; Death like a Conqu'ror seizeth all; Sin gives him Pow'r o'er human Race; There is no Place Exempt from his continual Chace. IX. Evil and few, as JACOB says, Alas, I count my Pilgrim- Days. When God shall call his Servant home, I'll meet my Tomb, In Hopes of lasting Joys to come. X. And tho' I feel the Guilt of sin Assaulting me without, within, I know, God gave his only Son, Who can attone For what I all my Life have done. XI. 'Tis he my Lord and Saviour CHRIST, Who for my sins was sacrific'd, And rose triumphant from the Grave, That he might save My Soul from being Satan's Slave. XII. To him I give my Life and Breath: His Love shall guide my Soul through Death, And bring me to that blessed Place, Where Face to Face I shall behold the God of Grace. XIII. This gives me Comfort and Relief In all my greatest Pain and Grief, That I shall rise, when CHRIST appears, Without the Tears I shed in my distressed Years. XIV. To Thee, Lord CHRIST, I humble press, To cloathe me with thy Righteousness: Within thy Wounds I crave a Place, O Source of Grace! For there's my only Happiness. XV. Amen! Thou Sov'reign God of Love, Grant us thy Bliss when we remove, That All redeemed by thy Blood May find in God Their everlasting sure Abode. Languages: English Tune Title: [My Life I now to God resign]

Psalm 22 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.50 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christ his death and resurrection First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? (Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.) Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliv'rance found; But I'm a worm, despised of men, And trodden to the ground. Shaking the head, they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; "In vain he trusts in God," they cry,. "Neglected and forlorn." But thou art he who formed my flesh By thine almighty word; And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord. Why will my Father hide his face, When foes stand threat'ning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not a helper found? Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. From earth and hell my sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, And try to vex my heart. Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heav'nly Father bruise The Son he loves so well? My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought me down Low as the dust of death. Father, I give my spirit up, And trust it in thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English

Psalm 22 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.51 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christ his death and resurrection First Line: Now from the roaring lion's rage Lyrics: "Now from the roaring lion's rage, O Lord, protect thy Son, Nor leave thy darling to engage The powers of hell alone." Thus did our suff'ring Savior pray, With mighty cries and tears; God heard him in that dreadful day, And chased away his fears. Great was the vict'ry of his death, His throne exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship or shall die. A num'rous offspring must arise From his expiring groans; They shall be reckoned in his eyes For daughters and for sons. The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God, And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in his blood. Scripture: Psalm 22:20-21 Languages: English

To God, the only wise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #186 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Christ his death and resurrection Lyrics: To God the only wise, Our Savior and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel, and' his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. He will present our souls, Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great. Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. To our Redeemer, God, Wisdom and power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs. Scripture: Jude 24-25 Languages: English

My God, I Know that I Must die

Author: Benjamin Schmolck, 1672-1737 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #319 (1901) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Death and Resurrection 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, Or gently as a sleep to some. Just as Thou wilt, if but it be To bring me, blesséd 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, Oh, 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: VATER UNSER IM HIMMELREICH

Friend and companion, dear to each heart

Author: F. E. Belden Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #969 (1886) Topics: Death and Resurrection Lyrics: 1 Friend and companion, dear to each heart; Tears naught avail us, now we must part. Death's hand has plucked thee, pillowed thy head, Lowly and lifeless, faded and dead. 2 Now bending o'er thee, sadly we weep While o'er our gladness lone shadows creep. Dark, chilling shadows, bringing a gloom, Telling of dear ones gone to the tomb. 3 Guarding thy slumbers, cypress shall wave, Mournful and silent, over thy grave. Angels their vigils watchful shall keep, Waiting thy blissful waking from sleep. 4 Ah, we must leave thee, silent in death; Fond hopes have vanished flown with thy breath. Joy turns to sadness, life seems but pain; O, shall we ever meet thee again? 5 Yes, we shall meet thee on heaven's shore, Where death and partings come nevermore: There, will our Saviour dry every tear; Sorrowful mourner, be of good cheer. Tune Title: GONE TO THE GRAVE