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Whate'er God will, let that be done

Meter: 8.7.8.1 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Whate'er God will, let that be done; His will is ever wisest; His grace will all thy hope outrun Who to that faith arisest. The gracious Lord Will help afford, He chastens with forbearing; Who God believes, And to Him cleaves, Shall not be left despairing. 2 My God is my sure Confidence, My Hope and my Existence; His counsel is beyond my sense, Yet I'll not make resistance. His Word declares The very hairs Upon my head are numbered; His mercy large Holds me in charge, With care that never slumbered. 3 The time has come when, at His will, My life in this world ceases; I think upon it, and am still, Let come whate'er He pleases. To Him I trust My soul, my dust, When flesh and spirit sever, The Christ we sing Has plucked the sting Away from death forever. 4 Yet one thing, Lord, I ask of Thee, O grant my supplication: When Satan sorely tempteth me, Save me from desperation. O God my Lord, True to Thy Word, Do Thou my soul deliver! Who doth believe, He shall receive. Thy name be praised forever! Topics: Cross and Comfort

Whatever God ordains is good!

Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.7 Appears in 74 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Whatever God ordains is good! Holy His will abideth; I will be still whate’er He doth, And follow where He guideth, He is my God; Though dark my road, He knoweth how to shield me, Wherefore to Him I yield me. 2 Whatever God ordains is good! He never will deceive me; He leads me by the proper path, I know He will not leave me, And take content What He hath sent; His hand that sends my sadness Will turn my tears to gladness. 3 Whatever God ordains is good! His loving thought attends me; No poisoned draught the cup can be That my Physician sends me, But medicine due; For God is true. Of doubt, then, I'll divest me, And on His goodness rest me. 4 Whatever God ordains is good! My Life, my Light can never Intend me harm; then, to His care I give myself forever In weal or woe; For well I know, Some day I shall see clearly, That God did love me dearly. 5 Whatever God ordains is good! Though now this cup in drinking May bitter to my taste appear, I take it all unshrinking; For to my heart God will impart A timely balm of healing, And end each painful feeling. 6 Whatever God ordains is good! Here shall my stand be taken; Though sorrow, need, or death be mine, Yet I am not forsaken; My Father’s care Is round me there, His arms embrace and shield me; Then to my God I yield me. Topics: Cross and Comfort

When in the hour of utmost need

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 64 hymnals Lyrics: 1 When in the hour of utmost need We know not where to look for aid; When days and nights of anxious thought No help or counsel yet have brought: 2 Then this our comfort is alone, That we may meet before Thy throne, And cry, O faithful God, to Thee For rescue from our misery; 3 To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, Repenting sore with bitter sighs, And seek Thy pardon for our sin, And respite from our griefs within. 4 For Thou hast promised graciously To hear all those who cry to Thee, Through Him whose name alone is great, Our Savior and our Advocate. 5 And thus we come, O God, to-day, And all our woes before Thee lay; For tried, afflicted, lo! we stand, Perils and foes on every hand. 6 Ah! hide not for our sins Thy face, Absolve us through Thy boundless grace, Be with us in our anguish still, Free us at last from every ill, 7 That so with all our hearts we may Once more our glad thanksgivings pay, And walk obedient to Thy Word, And now and ever praise Thee, Lord. Topics: Cross and Comfort

Why should sorrow ever grieve me

Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Appears in 22 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Why should sorrow ever grieve me; Christ is near, What can here E’er of Him deprive me? Who can rob me of my heaven That God’s Son As my own To my faith hath given? 2 Naked was I and unswathèd When on earth At my birth My first breath I breathèd. Naked hence shall I betake me When I go From earth’s woe, And my breath forsakes me. 3 Naught--not e’en the life I’m living, Is mine own, God alone All to me is giving. Must I then His own restore Him? Though bereft Of each gift, Still shall I adore Him. 4 Though a heavy cross I’m bearing, And my heart Feels the smart, Shall I be despairing? God can help me who doth send it, He doth know All my woe And how best to end it. 5 God oft gives me days of gladness, Shall I grieve If He give Seasons, too, of sadness? God is good, and tempers ever Every hurt; Me desert Wholly can He never. 6 Though united world and Devil, All their power Can no more Do than mock and cavil. Let derision now employ them, Christ e’en here Will appear And ’fore all destroy them. 7 True believers, shrinking never, Where they dwell, Should reveal Their true colors ever. When approaching death would scare them, Still should they Patient stay And with courage bear them. 8 Death can never kill us even, But relief From all grief To us then is given. It doth close life’s mournful story, Make a way That we may Pass to heavenly glory. 9 There I’ll reap enduring pleasure, After woe Here below Suffered in large measure. Lasting good we find here never, All the earth Deemeth worth Vanisheth forever. 10 What is all this life possesseth? But a hand Full of sand That the heart distresseth. Noble gifts that pall me never, Christ so free There gives me To enjoy forever. 11 Lord! Thou Fount of joy forever, Thou art mine, I am Thine, No one can us sever. I am Thine, because Thou gavest Life and blood For my good, By Thy death me savest. 12 Thou art mine, I love and own Thee, Ne’er shall I, Light of joy, From my heart dethrone Thee. Let me, let me soon behold Thee Face to face, Thy embrace-- May it soon enfold me! Topics: Cross and Comfort

Who puts his trust In God most just

Meter: 8.7.8.1 Appears in 23 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Who puts his trust In God most just Hath built his house securely; He who relies On Jesus Christ, Heaven shall be his most surely. Then fixed on Thee My trust shall be, For Thy truth cannot alter; While mine Thou art Not death's worst smart Shall make my courage falter. 2 Though fiercest foes My course oppose, A dauntless front I'll show them: My Champion Thou, Lord Christ, art now, Who soon shalt overthrow them; And if but Thee I have in me With Thy good gifts and Spirit, Nor death nor hell, I know full well, Shall hurt me, through Thy merit. 3 I rest me here Without a fear; By Thee shall all be given That I can need, O Friend indeed, For this life or for heaven. O make me true, My heart renew, My soul and flesh deliver! Lord, hear my prayer, And in Thy care Keep me in peace forever. Topics: Cross and Comfort

Zion mourns in fear and anguish

Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Zion mourns in fear and anguish, Zion, city of our God: "Ah!" she saith, "how sore I languish, Bowed beneath so hard a load; God hath sure forsook me quite, And forgot my evil plight;"-- Nay, the Lord, who chose thee, spares thee, For within His heart He bears thee. 2 "Once," she mourns, "He promised plainly That His help should aye be near, Yet I now must seek Him vainly In my days of woe and fear. Will He then forevermore Keep His anger, and no more Help His chosen generation In their present tribulation?" 3 "Zion, surely I have loved thee!" Thus to her the Highest saith, "Although many woes have proved thee, And thy soul is sad to death, Yet now cast thy griefs behind; Where wilt thou a mother find, For her own child not providing, Or in hatred with it chiding?" 4 "And if thou couldst find a mother Who forgot her infant's claim, Or whose wrath her love could smother, Yet would I be still the same; For my truth is pledged to thee, Zion, thou art dear to me, I within my heart have set thee, And I never can forget thee." 5 "Let not Satan make thee craven, He can fight but cannot harm; On my hands thy name is graven, And thy shield is still my arm. How, then, could it ever be That I failed to think of thee, Build the wall of my own city, And look down on thee with pity?" 6 "Thou before my eyes art ever, In my bosom thou art laid As a nursing child, and never Shalt thou lack my timely aid. Me and thee no time, nor stress, War, nor danger, nor distress, No, nor Satan's self shall sever,-- Only be thou faithful ever." Topics: Cross and Comfort

And must this body die

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 376 hymnals Lyrics: 1 And must this body die, This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay? 2 God, my Redeemer lives, And ever from the skies Looks down and watches all my dust, Till He shall bid it rise. 3 Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape, and every face, Look heavenly and divine. 4 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love: We would adore His grace below And sing His power above. 5 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. Topics: Death and Burial

The Bridegroom soon will call us

Meter: 7.6.8.1 Appears in 21 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The Bridegroom soon will call us: Come, all ye wedding guests! May not His voice appall us While slumber binds our breasts! May all our lamps be burning, And oil be found in store, That we with Him returning, May open find the door! 2 There shall we see delighted Our dear Redeemer's face, Who leads our souls benighted To glory by His grace; The patriarchs shall meet us, The prophets' holy band, Apostles, martyrs, greet us In that celestial land. 3 They will not blush to own us As brothers, sisters dear, Love ever will be shown us When we with them appear We all shall come before Him. Who for us man became, As Lord and God adore Him, And ever bless His name. 4 Our Father, rich in blessing, Will give us crowns of gold, And to His bosom pressing, Impart a bliss untold, Will welcome with embraces Of never-ending love, And deck us with His graces In blissful realms above. 5 In yonder home shall never Be silent music's voice; With hearts and lips forever We shall in God rejoice; The angels shall adore Him, All saints shall sing His praise, And bring with joy before Him Their sweetest heavenly lays. 6 In mansions fair and spacious Will God the feast prepare, And, ever kind and gracious, Bid us its riches share; There bliss that knows no measure From springs of love shall flow, And never-changing pleasure His bounty will bestow. 7 Thus God shall from all evil Forever make us free, From sin and from the Devil, From all adversity, From sickness, pain and sadness, From troubles, cares and fears, And grant us heavenly gladness, And wipe away our tears. Topics: Advent

Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1,060 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet; With holy confidence to sing That death has lost his venomed sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour That manifests the Savior's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be; Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high. Topics: Death and Burial

Farewell! I say with gladness

Meter: 7.6.8.1 Appears in 16 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Farewell! I say with gladness, False, evil world, farewell! Thy life is sin and sadness, With thee I would not dwell; In heaven are better pleasures, I long for that bright sphere Where God grants endless treasures To those that served Him here. 2 Do with me as it pleases Thy heart, O Son of God! When anguish on me seizes, Help me to bear my load; Nor then my sorrows lengthen, But take me hence on high; My fearful spirit strengthen, And let me calmly die. 3 When all around is darkling, Thy name and cross, still bright, Deep in my heart are sparkling Like stars in blackest night. Appear Thou in Thy sorrow, For Thine was woe indeed, And from Thy cross I borrow All comfort heart can need. 4 Thou diedst for me,--O hide me When tempests round me roll; Through all my foes, O guide me, Receive my trembling soul. If I but grasp Thee firmer, What matters pain when past? Hath he a cause to murmur Who reaches heaven at last? 5 O write my name, I pray Thee, Now in the book of life; So let me here obey Thee, And there, where joys are rife, Forever bloom before Thee, Thy perfect freedom prove, And tell, as I adore Thee, How faithful was Thy love. Topics: Death and Burial