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Why do we mourn departing friends

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #542 (1918) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 would 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 scattered all the gloom. 4 The graves of all the saints He blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying Head? 5 Thence He arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way; Up to the Lord we, too, 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! Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English
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O Lord my God, I cry to Thee

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #543 (1918) Lyrics: 1 0 Lord my God, I cry to Thee, In my distress Thou helpest me. My soul and body I commend Into Thy hands; Thine angel send To guide me home, and cheer my heart, Since Thou dost call me to depart. 2 0 Jesus Christ, Thou Lamb of God, Once slain to take away our load, Now let Thy cross, Thine agony, Avail to save and solace me; Thy death to open heaven, and there Bid me the joy of angels share. 3 0 Holy Spirit, at the end, Sweet Comforter, be Thou my Friend, When death and hell assail me sore, Leave me, O leave me nevermore, But bear me safely through the strife, As Thou hast promised, into life. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English
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Who knows how near my end may be

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #544 (1918) Lyrics: 1 Who knows how near my end may be? Time speeds away, and death comes on; How swiftly, ah! how suddenly, May death be here and life be gone! My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 2 The world that smiled when morn was come May change for me ere close of eve; So long as earth is still my home In peril of my death I live; My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 3 Teach me to ponder oft my end, And ere the hour of death appears, To cast my soul on Christ, her Friend, Nor spare repentant sighs and tears; My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 4 And let me now so order all, That ever ready I may be To say with joy, Whate’er befall, Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me; My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 5 Let heaven to me be ever sweet, And this world bitter let me find, That I, 'mid all its toil and heat, May keep eternity in mind; My God, for Jesus' sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 6 O Father, cover all my sins With Jesus’ merits, who alone The pardon that I covet wins And makes His long-sought rest my own; My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 7 His sorrows and His cross I know Make death-beds soft, and light the grave, They comfort in the hour of woe, They give me all I fain would have; My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 8 From Him can naught my soul divide, Nor life nor death can part us now; I thrust my hand into His side, And say, My Lord and God art Thou! My God, for Jesus' sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 9 In holy Baptism long ago I joined me to the living Vine; Thou lovest me in Him, I know, In Him Thou dost accept me Thine; My God, for Jesus' sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 10 And I have eaten His own flesh And drunk His blood,--nor can I be Forsaken now, nor doubt afresh, I am in Him, and He in me. My God, for Jesus' sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 11 Then death may come, or tarry yet, I know in Christ I perish not, He never will His own forget, He gives me robes without a spot. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 12 And thus I live in God at peace, And die without a thought of fear, Content to take what God decrees, For through His Son my faith is clear, His grace shall be in death my stay, And peace shall bless my dying day. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English
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I fall asleep in Jesus' wounds

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #545 (1918) Lyrics: 1 I fall asleep in Jesus' wounds, There pardon for my sins abounds; Yea, Jesus' blood and righteousness My jewels are, my glorious dress, Wherein before my God I stand When I shall reach the heavenly land. 2 With peace and joy I now depart, God's child I am with all my heart; I thank thee, death, thou leadest me To that true life where I would be. So cleansed by Christ I fear not death. Lord Jesus, strengthen Thou my faith! Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English
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When the day of toil is done

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #546 (1918) Meter: 7.7.7.5 Lyrics: 1 When the day of toil is done, When the race of life is run, Father, grant Thy wearied one Rest for evermore. 2 When the strife of sin is stilled, When the foe within is killed, Be Thy gracious word fulfilled,-- "Peace for evermore." 3 When the darkness melts away At the breaking of the day, Bid us hail the cheering ray,-- Light for evermore. 4 When the heart by sorrow tried Feels at length its throbs subside, Bring us, where all tears are dried, Joy for evermore. 5 When for vanished days we yearn, Days that never can return, Teach us in Thy love to learn Love for evermore. 6 When the breath of life is flown, When the grave must claim its own, Lord of life, be ours Thy crown,-- Life for evermore. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English
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O how blest are ye whose toils are ended!

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #547 (1918) Meter: 10.10.5.10 Lyrics: 1 O how blest are ye whose toils are ended! Who through death, have unto God ascended! Ye have arisen From the cares which keep us still in prison. 2 We are still as in a dungeon living, Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving; Our undertakings Are but toils and troubles and heart-breakings. 3 Ye, meanwhile, are in your chambers sleeping, Quiet, and set free from all our weeping; No cross or sadness There can hinder your untroubled gladness. 4 Christ has wiped away your tears forever; Ye have that for which we still endeavor; To you are chanted Songs that ne'er to mortal ears were granted. 5 Ah! who would then not depart with gladness, To inherit heaven for earthly sadness? Who here would languish Longer in bewailing and in anguish? 6 Come, 0 Christ, and loose the chains that bind us! Lead us forth, and cast this world behind us! With Thee, th'Anointed, Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English
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O'er the distant mountains breaking

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #548 (1918) Meter: 8.7.6.1 Lyrics: 1 O’er the distant mountains breaking Comes the redd'ning dawn of day; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray; ’Tis thy Savior, 'Tis thy Savior, On His bright returning way. 2 O Thou long-expected, weary Waits my anxious soul for Thee, Life is dark, and earth is dreary, Where Thy light I do not see; O my Savior, O my Savior, When wilt Thou return to me? 3 Nearer is my soul’s salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me in my lowly station, Watching for Thee, till I stand, O my Savior, O my Savior, In Thy bright, Thy promised land. 4 With my lamp well trimm'd and burning, Swift to hear and slow to roam, Watching for Thy glad returning To restore me to my home. Come, my Savior, Come, my Savior, Thou hast promised: quickly come. Topics: Judgment Languages: English
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Wake, awake, for night is flying

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #549 (1918) Meter: 8.9.8.6.6.4.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Wake, awake, for night is flying, The watchmen on the heights are crying: Awake, Jerusalem, arise! 'Midnight hears the welcome voices, And at the thrilling cry rejoices; O where are ye, ye virgins wise? The Bridegroom comes, awake! Your lamps with gladness take! Hallelujah! With bridal care Yourselves prepare To meet the Bridegroom, who is near! 2 Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing, She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious, Her Star is risen, her Light is come! Now come, Thou Blessed One, Lord Jesus, God's own Son, Hail! Hosanna! The joyful call We answer all, And follow to the nuptial hall. 3 Glory unto Thee be given, By men and by the host of heaven, With harp and cymbal's clearest tone; Of one pearl each shining portal, Where we are with the choir immortal Of angels round Thy dazzling throne, Nor eye hath seen, nor ear Hath yet attained to hear Such great glory; Therefore will we Eternally Sing hymns of joy and praise to Thee. Topics: Judgment Languages: English
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Let thoughtless thousands choose the road

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #550 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Let thoughtless thousands choose the road That leads the soul away from God; This happiness, dear Lord, be mine, To live and die entirely Thine. 2 On Christ, by faith, I fain would live, From Him, my life, my all receive; To Him devote my fleeting hours, Serve Him alone with all my powers. 3 Christ is my everlasting All; To Him I look, on Him I call; He will my every want supply, In time, and through eternity. 4 Soon will the Lord, my Life, appear; Soon shall I end my trials here; Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain, To live is Christ, to die is gain. 5 Soon will the saints in glory meet, Soon walk through every golden street, And sing on every blissful plain,-- To live is Christ, to die is gain. Topics: Judgment Languages: English
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That day of wrath, that dreadful day

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #551 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away! What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When, shriveling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead: 3 Lord, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. Topics: Judgment Languages: English

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