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Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky

Author: Wm. Cooke; N. Le Tourne Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #120a (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky; The Lord has risen with victory; Let earth be glad, and raise the cry, Alleluia, Alleluia. 2 The Prince of Life with death has striven, To cleanse the earth His blood has given, Has rent the veil, and opened heaven: Alleluia, Alleluia. 3 And He, the wheat-corn, sown in earth, Has given a glorious harvest birth: Rejoice, and sing with joyful mirth Alleluia, Alleluia. 4 Our bodies, mouldering to decay, Are sown to rise to heavenly day; For He by rising burst the way: Alleluia, Alleluia. 5 And he, dear Lord, that with Thee dies, And fleshly passions crucifies, In body, like to Thine, shall rise: Alleluia, Alleluia. 6 Oh grant us, then, with Thee to die, To spurn earth's fleeting vanity, And love the things above the sky: Alleluia, Alleluia. 7 Oh, praise the Father and the Son, Who has for us the triumph won, And Holy Ghost,--the Three in One: Alleluia, Alleluia. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky]
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Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky

Author: Wm. Cooke; N. Le Tourne Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #120b (1894) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky; The Lord has risen with victory; Let earth be glad, and raise the cry, Alleluia, Alleluia. 2 The Prince of Life with death has striven, To cleanse the earth His blood has given, Has rent the veil, and opened heaven: Alleluia, Alleluia. 3 And He, the wheat-corn, sown in earth, Has given a glorious harvest birth: Rejoice, and sing with joyful mirth Alleluia, Alleluia. 4 Our bodies, mouldering to decay, Are sown to rise to heavenly day; For He by rising burst the way: Alleluia, Alleluia. 5 And he, dear Lord, that with Thee dies, And fleshly passions crucifies, In body, like to Thine, shall rise: Alleluia, Alleluia. 6 Oh grant us, then, with Thee to die, To spurn earth's fleeting vanity, And love the things above the sky: Alleluia, Alleluia. 7 Oh, praise the Father and the Son, Who has for us the triumph won, And Holy Ghost,--the Three in One: Alleluia, Alleluia. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky]
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Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky

Author: W. Cooke Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #120b (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Morn's roseate hues have decked the sky; The Lord has risen with victory; Let earth be glad, and raise the cry, Alleluia, Alleluia. 2 The Prince of Life with death has striven, To cleanse the earth His blood has given, Has rent the veil, and opened heaven: Alleluia, Alleluia. 3 And He, the wheat-corn, sown in earth, Has given a glorious harvest birth: Rejoice, and sing with joyful mirth Alleluia, Alleluia. 4 Our bodies, mouldering to decay, Are sown to rise to heavenly day; For He by rising burst the way: Alleluia, Alleluia. 5 And he, dear Lord, that with Thee dies, And fleshly passions crucifies, In body, like to Thine, shall rise: Alleluia, Alleluia. 6 Oh grant us, then, with Thee to die, To spurn earth's fleeting vanity, And love the things above the sky: Alleluia, Alleluia. 7 Oh, praise the Father and the Son, Who has for us the triumph won, And Holy Ghost,--the Three in One: Alleluia, Alleluia. Amen. Tune Title: RINGLAND
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Jesus lives! thy terrors now

Author: Miss Cox; C. F. Gellert Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #122a (1894) Meter: 7.8 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Jesus lives! thy terrors now Can no longer, death, appall us: Jesus lives! by this we know Thou, O grave, canst not enthrall us. Alleluia! 2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal; This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Alleluia! 3 Jesus lives! for us He died; Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving. Alleluia! 4 Jesus lives! our hearts know well Naught from us His love shall sever; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from His keeping ever. Alleluia! 5 Jesus lives! to Him the throne Over all the world is given: May we go where He has gone, Rest and reign with Him in heaven. Alleluia! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Jesus lives! thy terrors now]
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Jesus lives! thy terrors now

Author: C. F. Gellert; Miss Cox Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #122b (1894) Meter: Irregular Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Jesus lives! thy terrors now Can no longer, death, appall us: Jesus lives! by this we know Thou, O grave, canst not enthrall us. Alleluia! 2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal; This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Alleluia! 3 Jesus lives! for us He died; Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving. Alleluia! 4 Jesus lives! our hearts know well Naught from us His love shall sever; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from His keeping ever. Alleluia! 5 Jesus lives! to Him the throne Over all the world is given: May we go where He has gone, Rest and reign with Him in heaven. Alleluia! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Jesus lives! thy terrors now]
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Resting from His work today

Author: Thomas Whytehead Hymnal: The Hymnal #165 (1916) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: Resting from his work today, In the tomb the Savior lay, Still he slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the sealèd stone. Late at even there was seen Watching long the Magdalene; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid. So with thee, till life shall end, I would solemn vigil spend: Let me hew thee, Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine, Where in pure embalmed cell None but thou may ever dwell. Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PETRA
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The grave itself a garden is

Author: Christopher Wordsworth Hymnal: The Hymnal #166 (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: The grave itself a garden is, Where loveliest flowers abound; Since Christ, our never-fading life, Sprang from that holy ground. O give us grace to die to sin, That we, O Lord, may have A holy, happy rest in thee, A Sabbath in the grave. Thou, Lord, baptized in thine own blood, And buried in the grave, Didst raise thyself to endless life, Omnipotent to save. Baptized into thy death we died, And buried were with thee, That we might live with thee to God, And ever blest might be. Lord, through the grave and gate of death May we, with thee, arise To an eternal Easter day Of glory in the skies! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: BELMONT
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O Paradise, O Paradise

Author: Frederick W. Faber Hymnal: The Hymnal #167a (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6.6.6.6.6 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: O Paradise, O Paradise, Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest; O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? O Paradise, O Paradise, We long to sin no more; We long to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore; O Paradise, O Paradise, We shall not wait for long; E'en now the loving ear may catch Faint fragments of thy song; Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, O keep us in Thy love, And guide us to that happy land Of perfect rest above; Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture, through and through In God's most holy sight. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PARADISE
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O Paradise, O Paradise

Author: Frederick W. Faber Hymnal: The Hymnal #167b (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6.6.6.6.6 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: O Paradise, O Paradise, Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest; O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? O Paradise, O Paradise, We long to sin no more; We long to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore; O Paradise, O Paradise, We shall not wait for long; E'en now the loving ear may catch Faint fragments of thy song; Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, O keep us in Thy love, And guide us to that happy land Of perfect rest above; Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture, through and through In God's most holy sight. Amen. Tune Title: PARADISE
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The saints of God! their conflict pass

Author: W. D. Maclagan Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #175a (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 The saints of God! their conflict past, And life's long battle won at last, No more they need the shield or sword, They cast them down before their Lord: O happy saints! forever blest, At Jesus' feet how safe you rest! 2 The saints of God! their wanderings done, No more their weary course they run, No more they faint, no more they fall, No foes oppress, no fears appall: O happy saints! forever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest! 3 The saints of God! life's voyage o'er, Safe landed on that blissful shore, No stormy tempests now they dread, No roaring billows lift their head: O happy saints! forever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! 4 The saints of God their vigil keep, While yet their mortal bodies sleep, Till from the dust they too shall rise And soar triumphant to the skies: O happy saints! rejoice and sing; He quickly comes, your Lord and King! 5 O God of saints! to Thee we cry, O Saviour! plead for us on high; O Holy Ghost! our Guide and Friend, Grant us Thy grace till life shall end; That with all saints our rest may be In that bright Paradise with Thee! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: BEATI

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