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For all the saints, who from their labors rest

Author: Bp. W. W. How 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 #176b (1894) Meter: Irregular Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesu, be forever blest. Alleluia! Allleluia! 2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might: Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light. Alleluia! Allleluia! 3 O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold. Alleluia! Allleluia! 4 O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia! Allleluia! 5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Alleluia! Allleluia! 6 The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. Alleluia! Allleluia! 7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of Glory passes on His way. Alleluia! Allleluia! 8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Alleluia! Allleluia! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [For all the saints]

Now the laborer's task is o'er

Author: Rev. J. Ellerton 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 #242 (1894) Meter: 7.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Now the laborer's task is o'er; Now the battle day is past; Now upon the farther shore Lands the voyager at last. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 2 There the tears of earth are dried; There its hidden things are clear; There the work of life is tried By a juster Judge than here. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 3 There the penitents, that turn To the cross their dying eyes, All the love of Jesus learn At His feet in Paradise. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. 4 There no more the powers of hell Can prevail to mar their peace; Christ the Lord shall guard them well, He Who died for their release. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 5 "Earth to earth, and dust to dust," Calmly now the words we say; Left behind, we wait in trust For the resurrection-day. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Now the laborer's task is o'er]

Saviour, for the little one

Author: Mrs. M. A. Thomson 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 #247 (1894) Topics: Burial of the Dead For a Child Lyrics: 1 Saviour, for the little one, Safely gathered in Thine arms, Ere the battle had begun, Victor, spared from war's alarms, We who toil and struggle sing Praise to Thee, the children's King. 2 First of all Thy martyr-band, Infants for Thy sake were slain; Day by day, from every land, Infants swell the guileless train, Who, this vale of tears untrod, Stand before the throne of God. 3 Thou dost give and take away, Full of love, in all Thy ways: Be each mourner's heart to-day Full of loving trust and praise, In the midst of grief to bring Thanks to Thee, the children's King. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Savior, for the little one]

Now the labourer's task is o'er

Hymnal: Church Hymns #284 (1903) Topics: Burial of the Dead Languages: English Tune Title: REQUIESCAT

The righteous souls that take their flight

Hymnal: Church Hymns #286 (1903) Topics: Burial of the Dead Languages: English Tune Title: THE RIGHTEOUS SOULS

Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee

Hymnal: Church Hymns #287 (1903) Topics: Burial of the Dead Languages: English Tune Title: CLEWER

When our heads are bowed with woe

Author: Rev. Henry Hart Milman 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 #348 (1894) Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear; Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 3 When the solemn death-bell tolls For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 4 Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier; Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 5 When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 6 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Though the sins were not Thine own; Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [When our heads are bowed with woe]

I heard a sound of voices

Author: Rev. Godfrey Thring 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 #404 (1894) Meter: Irregular Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 I heard a sound of voices Around the great white throne, With harpers harping on their harps To him that sat thereon: "Salvation, glory, honou!" I heard the song arise, As throu' the courts of heav'n it rolled In wondrous harmonies. 2 From every clime and kindred, And nations from afar, As serried ranks returning home In triumph from a war, I heard the saints upraising, The myriad hosts among, In praise of Him Who died and lives, Their one glad triumph-song. 3 I saw the holy city, The New Jerusalem, Come down from heaven, a bride adorned With jeweled diadem; The flood of crystal waters Flowed down the golden street; And nations brought their honors there, And laid them at her feet. 4 And there no sun was needed, Nor moon to shine by night, God's glory did enlighten all, The Lamb Himself the light; And there His servants serve Him, And, life's long battle o'er, Enthroned with Him, their Saviour, King, They reign for evermore. 5 O great and glorious vision! The Lamb upon His throne; O wondrous sight for man to see! The Saviour with His own: To drink the living waters And stand upon the shore, Where neither sorrow, sin, nor death Shall ever enter more. 6 O Lamb of God Who reignest! Thou Bright and Morning Star, Whose glory lightens that new earth Which now we see from far! O worthy Judge eternal! When Thou dost bid us come, Then open wide the gates of pearl, And call Thy servants home. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [I heard a sound of voices]

When our heads are bowed with woe

Author: Henry H. Milman Hymnal: The Hymnal #409 (1916) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! When the solemn death-bell tolls For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Though the sins were not thine own; Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PRISCA

Now the laborer's task is o'er

Author: John Ellerton Hymnal: The Hymnal #411a (1916) Meter: 7.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: Burial of the Dead Lyrics: Now the laborer's task is o'er; Now the battle day is past; Now upon the farther shore Lands the voyager at last. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. There the tears of earth are dried; There its hidden things are clear; There the work of life is tried By a juster Judge than here. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. There the penitents, that turn To the cross their dying eyes, All the love of Jesus learn At his feet in Paradise. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. There no more the powers of hell Can prevail to mar their peace; Christ the Lord shall guard them well, He who died for their release. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. 375 "Earth to earth, and dust to dust," Calmly now the words we say, Left behind, we wait in trust For the resurrection day. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: REQUIESCAT