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Come, ye thankful people, come

Hymnal: New Jewish Hymnal for Religious Schools and Junior Congregations. 8th ed. #63 (1917) Tune Title: [Come, ye thankful people, come]

Thou, Whom chiefest I desire

Author: A. M. Toplady, 1740-1778 Hymnal: Hymns and Chorales #79 (1892) Languages: English Tune Title: [Thou, Whom chiefest I desire]

Author: Johann G. Albinus; Catherine Winkworth; Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #104 Lyrics: 1. All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only through death’s gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav’nly love joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2. Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I’ll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer’s merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus’ death my source of bliss. 3. Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain; Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth’s sadness For the home of heav’nly gladness, Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. 4. There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: Holy, holy, holy Lord! Triune God, for aye adored! 5. Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned, All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6. O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tone victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. Oh, the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. 7. Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine, Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine, Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away. Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN

At the Lamb's high feast we sing

Author: Campbell; Ambrosian 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 #118 (1894) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Lyrics: 1 At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from His piercèd side; Praise we Him, Whose love divine, Gives His sacred blood for wine, Gives His body for the feast, Christ the victim, Christ the priest. 2 Where the Paschal blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; Israel's hosts triumphant go Through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ, Whose blood was shed, Paschal victim, Paschal bread; With sincerity and love Eat we manna from above. 3 Mighty victim from the sky. Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie; Thou hast conquered in the fight, Thou hast brought us life and light: Now no more can death appall, Now no more the grave enthrall; Thou hast opened Paradise, And in Thee Thy saints shall rise. 4 Easter triumph, Easter joy, Sin alone can this destroy; From sin's power do Thou set free Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee. Hymns of glory and of praise, Risen Lord, to Thee we raise; Holy Father, praise to Thee, With the Spirit, ever be. Amen. Topics: Eastertide Languages: English Tune Title: [At the Lamb's high feast we sing]

While with ceaseless course the sun

Author: John Newton Hymnal: Church Book #139 (1890) Lyrics: 1 While with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here; Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little, none can know. 2 As the wingéd arrow flies Speedily, the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: Upward, Lord, our spirits raise; All below is but a dream. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us henceforth how to live With eternity in view. Bless Thy word to young and old, Fill us with a Saviour's love; And when life's short tale is told, May we dwell with Thee above. Topics: New Year; Circumcision; Name of Christ; New Years Day Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN

Christ, the life of all the living

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Ernst Christoph Homburg Hymnal: The Mennonite Hymnal #168 (1969) Topics: Jesus Christ Passion Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN

Harvest Hymn

Author: Henry Harbaugh Hymnal: The Children's Hymnal #247 (1918) First Line: Christ by heav'nly hosts ador'd Languages: English Tune Title: [Christ by heav'nly hosts ador'd]

All Men Living Are But Mortal

Author: J. G. Albinus, 1625-79; C. Winkworth, 1827-78; Unknown Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #472 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only through death's gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav'nly joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2 Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I'll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer's merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus' death my source of bliss. 3 Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain: Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth's sadness For the home of heav'nly gladness Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. 4 There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: "Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!" 5 Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6 O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tones victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. O the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. 7 Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine. Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away. Topics: Death and Burial; Trinity 16 Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN

All men Living Are But Mortal

Author: Johann G. Albinus; Catherine Winkworth; Unknown Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #601 (1941) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only thro' death’s gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav’nly love joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2 Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I’ll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer’s merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus’ death my source of bliss. 3 Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain; Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth’s sadness For the home of heav’nly gladness, Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. 4 There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: "Holy, holy, holy Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!" 5 Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned. All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6 O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tones victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. Oh, the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. 7 Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine, Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine. Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away. Amen. Topics: The Last Things Death and Burial Scripture: Isaiah 40:6 Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN