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In the midst of life, behold

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Luther; Notker Meter: Irregular Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: In the midst of life, behold Death has girt us round. Whom for help then shall we pray, Where shall grace be found? In Thee, O Lord, alone! We rue the evil we have done, That Thy wrath on us hath drawn. Holy Lord and God! Strong and Holy God! Merciful and Holy Saviour! Eternal God! Leave us not to sink beneath These dark pains of bitter death; Kyrie eleison! In the midst of death the jaws Of hell against us gape. Who from peril dire as this Openeth us escape? 'Tis Thou, O Lord, alone! Our bitter suffering and our sin Pity from Thy mercy win, Holy Lord and God! Strong and Holy God! Merciful and Holy Saviour! Eternal God! Let not dread our souls o'erwhelm Of the dark and burning realm, Kyrie Eleison! In the midst of hell would Sin Drive us to despair; Whither shall we flee away? Where is refuge, where? With Thee, Lord Christ, alone! For Thou hast shed Thy precious blood, All our sins Thou makest good, Holy Lord and God! Strong and Holy God! Merciful and Holy Saviour! Eternal God! Leave us not to fall in death From the hope of Thy true Faith, Kyrie Eleison!

God whom I as love have known

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Richter Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: God whom I as love have known, Thou hast sickness laid on me, And these pains are sent of Thee, Under which I burn and moan; Let them burn away the sin, That too oft hath checked the love Wherewith Thou my heart wouldst move, When Thy Spirit works within! In my weakness be Thou strong, Be Thou sweet when I am sad, Let me still in Thee be glad, Though my pains be keen and long. All that plagues my body now, All that wasteth me away, Pressing on me night and day, Love ordains, for Love art Thou! Suffering is the work now sent, Nothing I can do but lie Suffering as the hours go by; All my powers to this are bent. Suffering is my gain; I bow To my heavenly Father's will, And receive it hushed and still; Suffering is my worship now. God! I take it from Thy hand As a sign of love, I know Thou wouldst perfect me through woe, Till I pure before Thee stand. All refreshment, all the food Given me for the body's need, Comes from Thee, who lov'st indeed, Comes from Thee, for Thou art good. Let my soul beneath her load Faint not, through the o'erwearied flesh; Let her hourly drink afresh Love and peace from Thee, my God. Let the body's pain and smart Hinder not her flight to Thee, Nor the calm Thou givest me; Keep Thou up the sinking heart. Grant me never to complain, Make me to Thy will resigned, With a quiet, humble mind, Cheerful on my bed of pain. In the flesh who suffers thus, Shall be purified from sin, And the soul renewed within; Therefore pain is laid on us. I commend to Thee my life, And my body to the cross; Never let me think it loss That I thus am freed from strife— Wholly Thine; my faith is sure Whether life or death be mine, I am safe if I am Thine; For 'tis Love that makes me pure.

When the last agony draws nigh

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Anon. Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: When the last agony draws nigh, My spirit sinks in bitter fear: Courage! I conquer though I die, For Christ with Death once wrestled here. Thy strife, O Christ, with Death's dark power Upholds me in this fearful hour. In faith I hide myself in Thee, I shall not perish in the strife; I share Thy war, Thy victory, And Death is swallowed up in Life. Thy strife, O Christ, with Death of yore Hath conquered, and I fear no more.

Lord Jesus Christ, true Man and God

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Eber Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 25 hymnals Lyrics: Lord Jesus Christ, true Man and God, Who borest anguish, scorn, the rod, And diedst at last upon the tree, To bring Thy Father's grace to me; I pray Thee through that bitter woe, With me, a sinner, mercy know. When comes the hour of failing breath, And I must wrestle, Lord, with death, When from my sight all fades away, And when my tongue no more can say, And when mine ears no more can hear, And when my heart is racked with fear; When all my mind is darkened o'er, And human help can do no more, Then come, Lord Jesus, come with speed, And help me in my hour of need, Lead me from this dark vale beneath, And shorten then the pangs of death. All evil spirits drive away, But let Thy Spirit with me stay Until my soul the body leave; Then in Thy hands my soul receive, And let the earth my body keep, Till the Last day shall break its sleep. Joyful my resurrection be, Thou in the Judgment plead for me, And hide my sins, Lord, from Thy face, And give me Life of Thy dear grace! I trust Thee utterly, my Lord, For Thou hast promised in Thy Word: "In truth I tell you, who receives My word, and keeps it, and believes, Shall never fall God's wrath beneath, Shall never taste eternal death; Though here on earth, in time, he die, He is not therefore lost; for I Will come, and with a mighty hand Will break away Death's strongest band, And lift him hence that he shall be For ever in my realm with Me, For ever living there in bliss." Ah let us not that glory miss! Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt, Help us to wait until Thou wilt That we depart; and let our faith Be brave and conquer e'en in death, Firm resting on Thy sacred Word, Until we sleep in Thee, our Lord.

Go and dig my grave today!

Author: Ernst Moritz Arndt; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: Go and dig my grave today! Weary of my wanderings all, Now from earth I pass away, For the heavenly peace doth call; Angel voices from above Call me to their rest and love. Go and dig my grave today! Homeward doth my journey tend, And I lay my staff away Here where all things earthly end, And I lay my weary head In the only painless bed. What is there I yet should do, Lingering in this darksome vale? Proud and mighty, fair to view, Are our schemes, and yet they fail, Like the sand before the wind, That no power of man can bind. Farewell, earth, then; I am glad That in peace I now depart, For thy very joys are sad, And thy hopes deceive the heart; Fleeting is thy beauty's gleam, False and changing as a dream. And to you a last good night, Sun and moon, and stars so dear; Farewell all your golden light; I am travelling far from here, To the splendours of that day Where ye all must fade away. Farewell, O ye much-loved friends! Grief hath smote you as a sword, But the Comforter descends Unto them that love the Lord. Weep not o'er a passing show, To th' eternal world I go. Weep not that I take my leave Of the world; that I exchange Errors that too closely cleave, Shadows, empty ghosts that range Through this world of nought and night, For a land of truth and light. Weep not, dearest to my heart, For I find my Saviour near, And I know that I have part In the pains He suffered here, When He shed His sacred blood For the whole world's highest good. Weep not, my Redeemer lives; Heavenward springing from the dust, Clear-eyed Hope her comfort gives; Faith, Heaven's champion, bids us trust; Love eternal whispers nigh, "Child of God, fear not to die!"

Then I have conquered; then at last

Author: Sacer; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: Then I have conquered; then at last My course is run, good night! I am well pleased that it is past; A thousand times, good night! But ye, dear friends, whom I must leave, Look not thus anxiously; O wherefore thus lament and grieve? It standeth well with me. Farewell, O anguish, pain, and fear, Farewell, farewell for ever! It glads my heart to leave you here, Redeemed from you for ever! Henceforth a life of joy I share, In my Creator's hand; None of the griefs can touch me there, That haunt this lower land. Who yet o'er earth in time must roam, Not yet from error free, Scarce lisp the language of our home, The glad eternity. Far better is a happy death, Than worldly life, I trow; The weakness once I sank beneath, I nevermore shall know. Lay on my coffin many a wreath, For conquerors wreathed are seen; And lo! my soul attains through death The crown of evergreen, That blooms in fadeless groves of heaven; And this fair victor's crown, That mighty Son of God hath given, Who for my sake came down. 'Twas but a while that I was sent To dwell among you here; Now God resumes what He hath lent, Oh grieve not o'er my bier; But say, 'twas given at His command Who takes it, He is just; Our life and death are in His hand, His servants can but trust. That ye should see my grave, alas! Shows we are frail indeed; That it so soon should come to pass, Our Father hath decreed, And He your bitter grief shall still; Think not too young am I, For he who dies as God doth will, Is old enough to die. Farewell, thou dear, dear soul, farewell! To those sweet pleasures go, That we who mourning here must dwell, Not yet, alas! can know. Ah when shall that great day be come, When these things fade away, And Thou shalt bid us welcome home; Would God it were today!

My God, to Thee I now commend

Author: Hiller; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 13 hymnals Lyrics: My God, to Thee I now commend My soul; for Thou, O Lord, Dost live and love me without end, And wilt perform Thy word. To whom else should I make my plea, That heavenly life be mine? All souls, my God, belong to Thee, My soul is also Thine. Thou gav'st my spirit at my birth, Take back what Thou hast given; And with the Lord I served on earth, Grant me to live in heaven. Faith spreads her wings, she sees revealed The shining walls above; My spirit knows that she is sealed, Redeemed from death by love. Thou my Deliverer wast of yore, From sin Thou mad'st me free, Now, faithful God, dost Thou once more In death deliver me. Thou liv'st and lovest without end, And dost perform Thy word; My passing soul I now commend To Thee, my God and Lord!

Now hush your cries, and shed no tear

Author: Prudentius; N. Hermann; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 9 hymnals Lyrics: Now hush your cries, and shed no tear, On such death none should look with fear; He died a faithful Christian man, And with his death true life began. Coffin and grave we deck with care, His body reverently we bear, It is not dead but rests in God, And softly sleeps beneath the sod. It seems as all were over now,— The heavy limbs, the soulless brow,— Yet through these rigid limbs once more A nobler life, ere long, shall pour. These dead dry bones again shall feel New warmth and vigour through them steal; Reknit and living they shall soar On high where Christ lives evermore. This body, lying stiff and stark, Shall rise unharmed from out the dark, And swiftly mount up through the skies, Even as the spirit heavenwards flies. The buried grain of wheat must die, Withered and worthless long must lie, Yet springs to light all sweet and fair, And proper fruits shall richly bear: Even so this body made of dust, To earth we once again entrust, And painless it shall slumber here, Until the Last Great Day appear. God breathed into this house of clay The spirit that hath passed away, Christ gave the true courageous mind, The noble heart, ye no more find. Now earth has hid it from our eyes, Till God shall bid it wake and rise, Who ne'er the creature will forget, On whom His image He hath set. Ah, would that promised Day were here, When Christ shall once again appear; When He shall call, nor one be lost, To endless life earth's buried host!

Oh how blessed, faithful souls, are ye

Author: Simon Dach; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 9.9.4.10 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: Oh how blessed, faithful souls, are ye, Who have passed through death; your God ye see, Escaped at last From all the sorrows that yet hold us fast! Here as in a prison we are bound, Care and fear, and terrors hem us round, And all we know It is but toil and grief of heart below. While that ye are resting in your home, Safe from pain, all misery o'ercome, No grief or cross Can mix with yonder joys to work you loss. Christ doth wipe away your every tear, Ye possess what we but long for here, To you is sung The song that ne'er through mortal ears hath rung. Who is there that would not gladly die, Changing earth for such a home on high, Or who would stay To toil amid these sorrows night and day! Come, O Christ, release us from our post, Lead us quickly hence to yonder host, Whose battle won, Now drink in joy and bliss from Thee our Sun.

God is our stronghold firm and sure

Author: Luther; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: God is our stronghold firm and sure, Our trusty shield and weapon, He shall deliver us, whate'er Of ill to us may happen. Our ancient Enemy In earnest now is he, Much craft and great might Arm him for the fight, On earth is not his fellow. Our might is nought but weakness, soon Should we the battle lose, But for us fights the rightful Man, Whom God Himself doth choose. Asketh thou His name? 'Tis Jesus Christ, the same Whom Lord of Hosts we call, God only over all; None from the field can drive Him. What though the world were full of fiends, That would us sheer devour! We know we yet shall win the day, We fear not all their power. The Prince of this world still, May struggle as he will, He nothing can prevail, A word shall make him quale, For he is judged of heaven. The word of God they cannot touch, Yet have no thanks therefore, God by His Spirit and His gifts, Is with us in the war. Then let them take our life, Goods, honour, children, wife, Though nought of these we save, Small profit shall they have, The kingdom ours abideth.