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Now all the woods are sleeping

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: LG1861 #91 (1861) Meter: 7.7.8.7.7.8 Lyrics: Now all the woods are sleeping, And night and stillness creeping O'er field and city, man and beast; But thou, my heart, awake thee, To prayer awhile betake thee, And praise thy Maker ere thou rest. O Sun, where art thou vanished? The Night thy reign hath banished, Thy ancient foe, the Night. Farewell, a brighter glory My Jesus sheddeth o'er me, All clear within me shines His light. The last faint beam is going, The golden stars are glowing In yonder dark-blue deep; And such the glory given When called of God to heaven, On earth no more we pine and weep. The body hastes to slumber, These garments now but cumber; And as I lay them by I ponder how the spirit Puts off the flesh t'inherit A shining robe with Christ on high. Now thought and labour ceases, For Night the tired releases And bids sweet rest begin: My heart, there comes a morrow Shall set thee free from sorrow And all the dreary toil of sin. Ye aching limbs! now rest you, For toil hath sore oppressed you, Lie down my weary head; A sleep shall once o'ertake you From which earth ne'er shall wake you, Within a narrower, colder bed. My heavy eyes are closing, When I lie deep reposing— O soul and body, where are ye? To helpless sleep I yield them, Oh let Thy mercy shield them, Thou sleepless Eye, their guardian be! My Jesus, stay Thou by me, And let no foe come nigh me, Safe sheltered by Thy wing; But would the foe alarm me, O let him never harm me, But still Thine angels round me sing! My loved ones, rest securely, From every peril surely Our God will guard your heads; And happy slumbers send you, And bid His hosts attend you, And golden-armed watch o'er your beds. Languages: English

The day expires

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Freylinghausen Hymnal: LG1861 #92 (1861) Meter: 4.4.6.7.4 Lyrics: The day expires; My soul desires And pants to see that day, When the vexing cares of earth Shall be done away. The night is here; Oh! be Thou near, Christ, make it light within; Drive away from out my heart All the night of sin. The sunbeams pale, And flee and fail; O uncreated Sun! Let Thy light now shine on us, Then our joy were won. All things that move Below, above, Now with sleep are blest, Work Thou still in me, while I Calmly in Thee rest. When shall the sway Of night and day Cease to rule man thus? When that brightest day of days Once shall dawn on us. Ah! never then Her light again Jerusalem shall miss, For the Lamb shall be her Light, Filling her with bliss. Oh were I there! Where all the air With lovely sounds is ringing; Where the saints Thee, Holy Lord, Evermore are singing! Lord Jesus, Thou My rest art now, Oh help me that I come, Radient with Thy light to shine In Thy glorious home! Languages: English

The moon hath risen on high

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Claudius Hymnal: LG1861 #93 (1861) Meter: 6.6.8.6.6.8 Lyrics: The moon hath risen on high, And in the clear dark sky The golden stars all brightly glow; And black and hushed the woods, While o'er the fields and floods The white mists hover to and fro. How still the earth! how calm! What dear and home-like charm From gentle twilight doth she borrow! Like to some quiet room, Where wrapt in still soft gloom, We sleep away the daylight's sorrow. Look up; the moon tonight Shows us but half her light, And yet we know her round and fair. At other things how oft We in our blindness scoffed, Because we saw not what was there. We haughty sons of men Have but a narrow ken, We are but sinners poor and weak, Yet airy dreams we build, And deem us wise and skilled, And come not nearer what we seek. Thy mercy let us see, Nor find in vanity Our joy; nor trust in what departs; But true and simple grow, And live to Thee below With sunny pure and childlike hearts. Let Death all gently come At last to take us home, And let us meet him fearlessly; And when these bonds are riven, O take us to Thy heaven, Our Lord and God, to dwell with Thee. Now in His name most blest My brethren sink to rest; The wind is cold, chill falls the dew. Spare us, O God, and keep Us safe in quiet sleep, And all the sick and suffering too. Languages: English

In the midst of life, behold

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Luther; Notker Hymnal: LG1861 #94 (1861) Meter: Irregular 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! Languages: English

God whom I as love have known

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Richter Hymnal: LG1861 #95 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7 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. Languages: English

When the last agony draws nigh

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Anon. Hymnal: LG1861 #96 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 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. Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, true Man and God

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Eber Hymnal: LG1861 #97 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 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. Languages: English

Go and dig my grave today!

Author: Ernst Moritz Arndt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #98 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 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!" Languages: English

Then I have conquered; then at last

Author: Sacer; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #99 (1861) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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! Languages: English

My God, to Thee I now commend

Author: Hiller; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #100 (1861) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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! Languages: English