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Sister, thou wast mild and lovely

Author: S. F. Smith Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #878 (1873) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Life and Death Lyrics: 1 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer's breeze, Pleasant as the air of evening, When it floats among the trees. 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, Peaceful in the grave so low: Thou no more wilt join our number, Thou no more our song shalt know. 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us, Here thy loss we deeply feel; But 'tis God that hath bereft us, He can all our sorrows heal. 4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled; Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed. Scripture: Jeremiah 22:10

What is life? 'tis but a vapor

Author: Kelly Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #879 (1873) Topics: Life and Death Lyrics: 1 What is life? 'tis but a vapor; Soon it vanisheth away; Life is but a dying taper; Oh, my soul! why wish to stay? Why not spread thy wings and fly Straight to yonder world of joy? 2 See that glory, how resplendent! Brighter far than fancy paints; There, in majesty transcendent, Jesus reigns, the King of saints. Spread thy wings, my soul! and fly Straight to yonder world of joy. 3 Joyful crowds, his throne surrounding, Sing with rapture of his love, Through the heavens his praises sounding, Filling all the courts above. Spread thy wings, my soul! and fly Straight to yonder world of joy. 4 Go, and share his people's glory; 'Mid the ransomed crowd appear; Thine's a joyful, wondrous story, One that angels love to hear. Spread thy wings, my soul! and fly Straight to yonder world of joy. Scripture: James 4:14

Rejoice for a brother deceased

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #887 (1873) Topics: Life and Death Lyrics: 1 Rejoice for a brother deceased; Our loss is his infinite gain; A soul out of prison released, And freed from its bodily pain! With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above; Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love. 2 Our brother the haven hath gained; Outflying the tempest and wind, His rest he hath sooner obtained, And left his companions behind; Still toss'd on a sea of distress; Hard-toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace, And sorrow and sin are no more. 3 There all the ship's company meet, Who sailed with the Saviour beneath; With shouting each other they greet, And triumph o'er sorrow and death: The voyage of life's at an end, The mortal affliction is past: The age that in heaven they spend, For ever and ever shall last.

How blest the righteous when he dies

Author: Mrs. Barbauld Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #888 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Life and Death Lyrics: 1 How blest the righteous when he dies, When sinks a weary soul to rest! How mildly beam the closing eyes! How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; Nothing disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears! Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! Scripture: Numbers 23:10

Rest from thy labor, rest

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #891 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Life and Death Lyrics: 1 Rest from thy labor, rest; Soul of the just, set free! Blessed be thy memory, and blest Thy bright example be! 2 Faith, perseverance, zeal, Language of might and power, Love--prompt to act, and quick to feel-- Marked thee till life's last hour. 3 Now, toil and conflict o'er Go, take with saints thy place: But go, as each hath gone before, A sinner saved by grace. 4 Lord Jesus! to thy hands Our pastor we resign; And now we wait thine own commands,-- We were not his, but thine. 5 Thou art thy church's head; And when the members die, Thou raisest others in their stead: To thee we lift our eye: 6 On thee our hopes depend; We gather round our Rock; Send who thou wilt; but condescend Thyself to feed thy flock.

Tossed upon life's raging billow

Author: Rev. George Washington Bethune (1805-1862) Hymnal: Carmina for the Sunday School and Social Worship #234 (1894) Topics: Life and Death Languages: English Tune Title: PILGRIM

Who O Lord, when life is o'er

Author: Rev. James Merrick (1720-179) Hymnal: Carmina Sanctorum, a selection of hymns and songs of praise with tunes #689 (1886) Topics: Life and Death Scripture: Psalm 15 Languages: English

Why do we mourn departing friends?

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #873 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Life and Death 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 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? 'Twas there the bleeding Saviour lay, And left a rich perfume. 3 Thence he arose, and, upward borne, In triumph led the way; The sleeping saints, at his return, Shall hail the glorious day. 4 Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move? And can we wish the hours more slow That keep us from our Love? 5 Soon shall the last loud trumpet sound, And bid the saints arise; Millions shall leave the trembling ground, And mount the lofty skies. Scripture: Jeremiah 22:10

My span of life will soon be done

Hymnal: Church Pastorals, hymns and tunes for public and social worship #874 (1864) Topics: Life and Death Languages: English

Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills

Author: Alice Cary Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #886 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Life and Death Lyrics: 1 Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills, Recedes and fades away; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills, Ye gates of death, give way! 2 My soul is full of whispered song; My blindness is my sight; The shadows that I feared so long Are all alive with light. 3 The while my pulses faintly beat My faith doth so abound, I feel grow firm beneath my feet The green, immortal ground. 4 That faith to me a courage gives, Low as the grave to go; I know that my Redeemer lives; That I shall live, I know. 5 The palace walls I almost see, Where dwells my Lord and King; O grave, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting?