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Death of a Veteran

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Laudes Domini #543 (1890) Topics: The Christian's Death; Death; Hope In Death; Death; Hope In Death First Line: Servant of God, well done! Lyrics: 1 Servant of God, well done! Rest from thy loved employ: The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master's joy! 2 The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear; A mortal arrow pierced his frame; He fell, but felt no fear. 3 His spirit with a bound Left its encumbering clay: His tent, at sunrise, on the ground A darkened ruin lay. 4 The pains of death are past, Labor and sorrow cease, And life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. 5 Soldier of Christ, well done! Praise be thy new employ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy. Languages: English

Death of the Righteous

Author: Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld Hymnal: Laudes Domini #545 (1890) Topics: The Christian's Death; Death; Hope In Death; Death; Hope In Death First Line: How blest the righteous when he dies 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 shores. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blest the righteous when he dies!" Languages: English

Death! 'tis a melancholy day

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #725 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Death Death of the wicked; Death dreadful or delightful Lyrics: 1 Death! 'tis a melancholy day To those who have no God, When the poor soul is forc'd away, To seek her last abode. 2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes; But guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her downward from the skies To darkness, fire, and pain. 3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell, Let stubborn sinners fear; You must be driv'n from earth, and dwell A long for ever there. 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And flashes in your face! And thou, my soul, look downward too, And sing recovering grace. 5 He is a God of sovereign love, That promis'd heaven to me, And taught my thoughts to soar above, Where happy spirits be. 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day, Come, death, and some celestial band, To bear my soul away.

Psalm 49 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.109 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Death of saints and sinners; Despair and hope in death; Hope and despair in death; Death and pride; Death and the resurrection; Pride and death; Resurrection and death First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics: Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honors flow With every rising tide? [Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self-same clay, And boast as though his flesh was born Of better dust than they?] Not all his treasures can procure His soul a short reprieve, Redeem from death one guilty hour, Or make his brother live. [Life is a blessing can't be sold, The ransom is too high; Justice will ne'er be bribed with gold, That man may never die.] He sees the brutish and the wise, The tim'rous and the brave, Quit their possessions, close their eyes, And hasten to the grave. Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,- My house shall ever stand And that my name may long abide, I'll give it to my land." Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, How soon his memory dies! His name is written in the dust Where his own carcass lies. This is the folly of their way; And yet their sons, as vain, Approve the words their fathers say, And act their works again. Men void of wisdom and of grace, If honor raise them high, Live like the beast, a thoughtless race, And like the beast they die. [Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Death feeds upon them there, Till the last trumpet break their sleep In terror and despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English

A view of death delightful to a believer

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCLXIII (1799) Topics: Christian view of delightful death; Death Preparation for First Line: Ah! lovely appearance of death Languages: English

Death calls our friends, our neighbors, hence

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #CXXXIX (1789) Topics: Life, Death and the future State Death the Lot of all Mankind Lyrics: 1 Death calls our friends, our neighbours, hence, And none resist the fatal dart; Continual warnings trike our sense — And shall they fail to reach our heart? 2 That awful hour will soon appear, (Swift on the wings of time it flies) When all that pains or pleases, here, Shall vanish from our closing eyes. 3 Lord of our life, inspire our heart With heav'nly ardour, grace divine; Nor let thy presence e'er depart, For strength, and life, and death, are thine. 4 O teach us the celestial skill Each awful warning to improve; And, while our days are short'ning still, Prepare us for the joys above. Languages: English

Death and Heaven: The spirit's farewell to the body after long sickness

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CLXXIII (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Death And heaven; Death The moment or; Death And heaven; Death The moment or First Line: How am I held a pris'ner now Lyrics: Part I 1 How am I held a pris'ner now, Far from my God! this mortal chain Binds me to sorrow: all below Is short-liv'd ease, or tiresome pain. 2 When shall that wond'rous hour appear, Which frees me from this dark abode, To live at large in regions where Nor cloud nor vail shall hide my God? 3 Farewell this flesh, these ears, these eyes, These snares and fetters of the mind; My God! nor let this frame arise, Till ev'ry dust be will refin'd. 4 Blest Jesus! make my nature whole, Mould me a body like thy own, Then shall it better serve my soul, In works of praise and worlds unknown. Part II 5 Absent from flesh! O blissful thought! What unknown joys this moment brings! Freed from the mischief sin hath wrought, From pains and tears and all their springs. 6 Absent from flesh! illustrious day! Surprising scene! triumphant stroe! That rends the prison of my clay, And I can feel my fetters broke. 7 Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul! Where feet or wings could never climb, Beyond the heav'ns where planets roll, Measuring the cares and joys of time. 8 I go where God and glory shine; His presence makes eternal day: My all that's mortal I resign, For Jesus waits and points the way Part III 9 And is this heav'n? and am I there? How short the road, how swift the fligt! I am all life, all eye, all ear; Jesus is here--my soul's delight. 10 Is this the heav'nly friend who hung In blood and anguish on the tree, Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David sung, Who dy'd for them, who dy'd for me? 11 Lo! he presents me at the throne All spotless; there the Godhead reigns Sublime and peaceful through the Son: Awake, my voice in heav'nly strains. 12 How fair thou blest, eternal word! Full Godhead shines through all thy face! Thy death procur'd this blest abode, Thy vital beams adorn the place! Part IV 13 Creator God, eternal light, Fountain of good, tremendous pow'r, Ocean of wonders, blissful sight, Beauty and love unknown before! 14 Thy grace, thy nature, all unknown In yon dark region whence I came, Where languid glimpses from thy throne, And feeble whispers taught thy name. 15 I'm in a world where all is new; Myself, my God, O blest amaze! Not my best hopes or wishes knew To form a shadow of this grace. 16 Fix'd on my God my heart adore, My restless thoughts forbear to rove, Ye meaner passions stir no more, But all my pow'rs be joy and love. Languages: English

The Death, and Resurrection of Immanuel

Author: John Relly Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #CLVI (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Death of Jesus, who Died for All; Who tasted Death for Every Man First Line: Let us our hearts and voices raise Lyrics: 1 Let us our hearts and voices raise, To sound the mighty Saviour's praise, And sing he di'd, and lives again For us, the fallen sons of men. 2 He bare our curse, our debt he paid, When all our woes on him were laid; Our midnight darkness chas'd away, And rais'd us to eternal day. 3 'Tis finish'd, saith the dying God, For man, cry all his wounds and blood: Salvation finish'd was for us, In Jesus, bleeding on the cross. 4 He, fainting, felt death's rude divorce, To put his testament in force; Wherein to man he did bequeath The labours of his life and death. 5 Quickly he breaks death's feeble chain, And to his throne ascends again; There sits adorn'd with wounds and blood, And calls the wand'rers home to God. 6 Let all the sons of Zion sing Unwearied praise to Christ their King, He is our Saviour, God, and we Will sound his name eternally. Scripture: John 13:24 Languages: English

Death and Eternity

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DL (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Death; Death And eternity; Eternity Death and eternity First Line: My thoughts, that often mount the skies Lyrics: 1 My thoughts, that often mount the skies, Go, search the world beneath, Where nature all in ruin lies, And owns her sovereign, death. 2 The tyrant how he triumphs here*, His trophies spread around! And heaps of dust and bones appear Thro' all the hollow ground. 3 Those skulls, what ghastly figures now! How loathsome to the eyes! These are the heads we lately knew So beauteous and so wise. 4 But where the souls those deathless things, That left their dying clay? My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings, And trace eternity! 5 O that unfathomable sea! Those deeps without a shore! Where living waters gently play, Or fiery billows roar. 6 There we shall swim in heavenly bliss, Or sink in flaming waves, While the pale carcase breathless lies Among the silent graves. 7 "Prepare us, Lord, for thy right hand, "Then come the joyful day, "Come, death, and some celestial band, "To bear our souls away." Languages: English

The death of a sinner and the saint

Author: Fawcett Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DLIX (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Death; Death Of the sinner and saint; Death of the Sinner First Line: What scenes of horror and of dread Lyrics: 1 What scenes of horror and of dread, Await the sinner's dying bed! Death's terrors all appear in sight, Presages of eternal night. 2 His sins in dreadful order rise, And fill his soul with sad surprise; Mount Sinai's thunder stuns his ears, And not one ray of hope appears. 3 Tormenting pangs distract the breast, Where'er he turns, he finds no rest; Death strikes the blow, he groans and cries, And, in despair, and horror, dies. 4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss; His soul is fill'd with conscious peace; A steady faith subdues his fear; He sees the happy Canaan near. 5 His mind is tranquil and serene, No terrors in his looks are seen; His Savior's smile dispels the gloom, And smooths his passage to the tomb. 6 Lord, make my faith and love sincere, My judgment sound, my conscience clear; And when the toils of life are past, May I be found in peace at last. Languages: English