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Dearest of names, our Lord, our King

Dearest of names, our Lord, our King

Author: Samuel Medley
Published in 7 hymnals

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1. Dearest of names, our Lord, our king!
Jesus, Thy praise we humbly sing;
In cheerful songs will spend our breath,
And in Thee triumph over death.

2. Death is no more among our foes,
Since Christ the mighty conqueror rose;
Both power and sting the Savior broke,
He died, and gave the finished stroke.

3. Saints die, and we should gently weep;
Sweetly in Jesus’ arms they sleep;
Far from this world of sin and woe,
Nor sin, nor pain, nor grief they know.

4. Death no terrific foe appears,
An angel’s lovely form he wears;
A friendly messenger he proves
To every soul whom Jesus loves.

5. Death is a sleep; and O, how sweet,
To souls prepared its stroke to meet!
Their dying beds, their graves are blessed,
For all to them is peace and rest.

6. Their bodies sleep, their souls take wing,
Uprise to Heaven, and there they sing
With joy, before the Savior’s face
Triumphant in victorious grace.

7. Soon shall the earth’s remotest bound
Feel the archangel’s trumpet sound;
Then shall the graves’ dark caverns shake,
And joyful, all the saints shall wake.

8. Bodies and souls shall then unite,
Arrayed in glory strong and bright;
And all His saints will Jesus bring,
His face to see, His love to sing.

9. O, may I live with Jesus nigh,
And sleep in Jesus when I die!
Then joyful, when from death I wake,
I shall eternal bliss partake

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #353

Author: Samuel Medley

Medley, Samuel, born June 23, 1738, at Cheshunt, Herts, where his father kept a school. He received a good education; but not liking the business to which he was apprenticed, he entered the Royal Navy. Having been severely wounded in a battle with the French fleet off Port Lagos, in 1759, he was obliged to retire from active service. A sermon by Dr. Watts, read to him about this time, led to his conversion. He joined the Baptist Church in Eagle Street, London, then under the care of Dr. Gifford, and shortly afterwards opened a school, which for several years he conducted with great success. Having begun to preach, he received, in 1767, a call to become pastor of the Baptist church at Watford. Thence, in 1772, he removed to Byrom Street, Liv… Go to person page >

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First Line: Dearest of names, our Lord, our King
Author: Samuel Medley



The Cyber Hymnal #353


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The Cyber Hymnal #353

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