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The death and burial of a saint

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 522 hymnals First Line: Why do we mourn departing friends? Lyrics: 1 Why do we mourn departing friends? Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms. 2 Are we not tending upward too As fast as time can move? Nor should we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume. 4 The graves of all the saints he bless'd, And soft'ned ev'ry bed: Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying head? 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, And shew'd our feet the way: Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, At the great rising-day. 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground; Ye saints, ascend the skies.

Sufficiency of pardon

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 26 hymnals First Line: Why does your face, ye humble souls Lyrics: 1 Why does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colours wear? What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? 2 What tho' your num'rous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And aiming at th' eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise. 3 What tho' your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its curs'd foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell: 4 See here an endless ocean flows Of never-failing grace; Behold a dying Saviour’s veins The sacred flood increase: 5 It rises high, and drowns the hills, Has neither shore nor bound: Now if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne’er be found. 6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace That buries all our faults, And pard'ning blood that swells above Our follies, and our thoughts.

Backslidings and returns: or the inconstancy of our love

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 101 hymnals First Line: Why is my heart so far from thee Lyrics: 1 Why is my heart so far from thee, My God, my chief delight? Why are my thoughts no more by day With thee, no more by night? 2 [Why should my foolish passions rove? Where can such sweetness be As I have tasted in thy love, As I have found in thee?] 3 When my forgetful soul renews The savour of thy grace, My heart presumes I cannot lose The relish all my days. 4 But ere one fleeting hour is pass'd, The flatt'ring world employs Some sensual bait to seize my taste, And to pollute my joys. 5 [Trifles of nature, or of art, With fair, deceitful charms, Intrude into my thoughtless heart, And thrust me from thy arms.] 6 Then I repent, and vex my soul That I should leave thee so: Where will those wild affections roll That let a Saviour go? 7 [Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain, And I am drown'd in grief; But my dear Lord returns again, He flies to my relief; 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise; He draws with loving bands; Divine compassion in his eyes, And pardon in his hands.] 9 [Wretch that I am, to wander thus In chase of false delight! Let me be fasten'd to thy cross, Rather than lose thy sight. 10 Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, And bring my heart to rest On the dear centre of my soul, My God, my Saviour's breast.]

Christ's presence makes death easy

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 423 hymnals First Line: Why should we start, and fear to die? Lyrics: 1 Why should we start, and fear to die? What tim’rous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the 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 thro' death’s iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 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.

Hell; or, vengeance of God

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 22 hymnals First Line: With holy fear and humbler song Lyrics: 1 With holy fear and humbler song, The dreadful God our souls adore; Rev'rence and awe become the tongue That speaks the terrors of his pow'r. 2 Far in the deep where darkness dwells The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of veng'ance there. 3 [Eternal plagues and heavy chains, Tormenting racks and fi'ry coals, And darts t' inflict immortal pains, Dipt in the blood of damned souls. 4 There Satan the first sinner lies, And roars, and bites his iron bands; In vain the rebel strives to rise, Crush'd with the weight of heavenly hands.] 5 There guilty ghosts, of Adam's race, Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod; Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, But they incens'd a dreadful God. 6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son; Sinner, obey the Saviour's call; Else your damnation hastens on, And opening hell awaits your fall.

Christ's compassion to the weak and tempted

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 422 hymnals First Line: With joy we meditate the grace Lyrics: 1 With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For He has felt the same: 2 But spotless, innocent, and pure, The great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fi'ry darts he bore, And did resist to blood. 4 He in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out his cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh What ev'ry member bears. 5 [He'll never quench the smoaking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name.] 6 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his pow'r; We shall obtain deliv'ring grace In the distressing hour. Scripture: Hebrews 4:15-16

Now let the Father, and the Son

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 18 hymnals Lyrics: Now let the Father, and the Son, And Spirit be ador'd, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. Topics: Doxologies

To God the Father's throne

Appears in 110 hymnals Lyrics: To God the Father's throne Perpetual honours raise; Glory to God the Son, To God the Spirit praise: And while our lips Their tribute bring Our Faith adores The name we sing. Topics: Doxologies

Sincerity and hypocrisy; or, formality in worship

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 156 hymnals First Line: God is a Spirit, just and wise Lyrics: 1 God is a Spirit, just and wise, He sees our inmost mind; In vain to heav'n we raise our cries, And leave our souls behind. 2 Nothing but truth before his throne With honour can appear; The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear: 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bended knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord search my thoughts and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. Scripture: John 4:24

God the glory and the defence of Zion

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 127 hymnals First Line: Happy the church, thou sacred place Lyrics: 1 Happy the church, thou sacred place, The seat of thy Creator’s grace; Thy holy courts are his abode: Thou earthly palace of our God. 2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates A guard of heavenly warriors waits; Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fix'd on his counsels and his love. 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage, Against his throne in vain they rage; Like rising waves with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore. 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell; Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell; His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. 5 God is our shield, and God our sun; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace, And we reflect his brightest praise.