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Now hush your cries, and shed no tear

Author: Prudentius; N. Hermann; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #102 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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! Languages: English

Now rests her soul in Jesu's arms

Author: Allendorf; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #103 (1861) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Now rests her soul in Jesu's arms, Her body in the grave sleeps well, His heart her death-chilled heart re-warms, And rest more deep than tongue can tell, Her few brief hours of conflict passed,— She finds with Christ, her Friend, at last; She bathes in tranquil seas of peace, God wipes away her tears, she feels New life that all her languor heals, The glory of the Lamb she sees. She hath escaped all danger now, Her pain and sighing all are fled; The crown of joy is on her brow, Eternal glories o'er her shed, In golden robes, a queen, a bride, She standeth at her Sovereign's side, She sees His face unveiled and bright; With joy and love He greets her soul, She feels herself made inly whole, A lesser light amid His light. The child hath now its Father seen, And feels what kindling love may be, And knoweth what those words may mean, "Himself, the Father, loveth thee." A shoreless ocean, an abyss Unfathomed, filled with good and bliss, Now breaks on her enraptured sight; She sees God's face, she learneth there What this shall be, to be His heir, Joint-heir with Christ, her Lord, in light. The body rests, its labours over, And sleeps till Christ shall bid it wake; The dust that earth and darkness cover, Then as a sun its tomb shall break. Ah, with what joy it rises then To meet the perfect soul again! Redeemed from death, no more to sever, At that great marriage feast shall they With all the saints their homage pay, And worship there the Lamb for ever. We who yet wander through the waste, In faith long after Thee on high; While here the bread of tears we taste, We think upon that home of joy, Where we (who knows how soon?) shall meet With all the saints at Jesu's feet, And dwell with Him for ever there. We shall see God; how deep the bliss We know not yet that lies in this; Lord Jesus, come, our hearts prepare! Languages: English

Oh how blessed, faithful souls, are ye

Author: Simon Dach; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #104 (1861) Meter: 9.9.4.10 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. Languages: English

God is our stronghold firm and sure

Author: Luther; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: LG1861 #105 (1861) Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7 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. Languages: English

The child has now its Father seen

Hymnal: LG1861 #106 (1861) Lyrics: "The child has now its Father seen, And feels what kindling love may be, And knoweth what those words may mean, 'Himself, the Father, loveth thee'." Languages: English