Instance Results

Switch back to the old search page.Advanced Search

Showing 21 - 30 of 831Results Per Page: 10 20 50

Now the laborer's task is o'er

Author: J. Ellerton Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #242b (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: Burial of the Dead; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Now the laborer's task is o'er; Now the battle day is past; Now upon the farther shore Lands the voyager at last. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 2 There the tears of earth are dried; There its hidden things are clear; There the work of life is tried By a juster Judge than here. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 3 There the penitents, that turn To the cross their dying eyes, All the love of Jesus learn At His feet in Paradise. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. 4 There no more the powers of hell Can prevail to mar their peace; Christ the Lord shall guard them well, He Who died for their release. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 5 "Earth to earth, and dust to dust," Calmly now the words we say; Left behind, we wait in trust For the resurrection-day. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. Amen. Tune Title: MAR SABA

Let no hopeless tears be shed

Author: R. F. Littledale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #245a (1898) Meter: 7.7.4 Topics: Burial of the Dead For a Child; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Let no hopeless tears be shed, Holy is this narrow bead. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 2 Death eternal life bestows, Open heaven's portal throws. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 3 And no peril waits at last, Him who now away hath past. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 4 Not salvation hardly won, Not the meed for race well run: Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 5 But the pity of the Lord, Give His child a full reward; Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 6 Grants the prize without the course, Crowns, without the battle's force. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 7 Christ, when this sad life is done, Join to us Thy little one. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 8 And in Thy own tender love, Bring us to the ranks above. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MILLICENT

Let no hopeless tears be shed

Author: R. F. Littledale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #245b (1898) Meter: 7.7.4 Topics: Burial of the Dead For a Child; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Let no hopeless tears be shed, Holy is this narrow bead. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 2 Death eternal life bestows, Open heaven's portal throws. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 3 And no peril waits at last, Him who now away hath past. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 4 Not salvation hardly won, Not the meed for race well run: Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 5 But the pity of the Lord, Give His child a full reward; Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 6 Grants the prize without the course, Crowns, without the battle's force. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 7 Christ, when this sad life is done, Join to us Thy little one. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. 8 And in Thy own tender love, Bring us to the ranks above. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. Amen. Tune Title: VITA

Safely, safely gathered in

Author: H. O de L. Dobree Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #246 (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Burial of the Dead For a Child; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Safely, safely gathered in, Far from sorrow, far from sin, No more childish griefs or fears, No more sadness, no more tears; For the life so young and fair Now hath passed from earthly care; God Himself the soul will keep, Giving His beloved sleep. 2 Safely, safely gathered in, Far from sorrow, far from sin; Passed beyond all grief and pain, Death for thee is truest gain; For our loss we may not weep, Now our loved ones long to keep From the home of rest and peace, Where all sin and sorrow cease. 3 Safely, safely gathered in, Far from sorrow, far from sin; God has saved from weary strife, In its dawn, this fresh young life; Now it waits for us above, Resting in the Saviour's love; Jesu, grant that we may meet There, adoring, at Thy feet. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: MONICA

Saviour, for the little one

Author: M. A. Thomson Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #247 (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: Burial of the Dead For a Child; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Saviour, for the little one, Safely gathered in Thine arms, Ere the battle had begun, Victor, spared from war's alarms, We who toil and struggle sing Praise to Thee, the children's King. 2 First of all Thy martyr-band, Infants for Thy sake were slain; Day by day, from every land, Infants swell the guileless train, Who, this vale of tears untrod, Stand before the throne of God. 3 Thou dost give and take away, Full of love, in all Thy ways: Be each mourner's heart to-day Full of loving trust and praise, In the midst of grief to bring Thanks to Thee, the children's King. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: GLASTONBURY

When our heads are bowed with woe

Author: H. H. Milman Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #348 (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Burial of the Dead; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear; Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 3 When the solemn death-bell tolls For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 4 Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier; Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 5 When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! 6 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Though the sins were not Thine own; Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesu, Son of Mary, hear! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD, 47

Ten thousand times ten thousand

Author: H. Alford Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #396 (1898) Meter: 7.6.8.6 D Topics: Burial of the Dead; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Ten thousand times ten thousand In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light: 'Tis finished! all is finished, Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in. 2 What rush of alleluias Fills all the earth and sky! What ringing of a thousand harps Bespeaks the triumph nigh! O day, for which creation And all its tribes were made! O joy, for all its former woes A thousand-fold repaid! 3 OH, then what raptured greetings On Canaan's happy shore! What knitting severed friendships up, Where partings are no more! Then eyes with joy shall sparkle, That brimmed with tears of late; Orphans no longer fatherless, Nor widows desolate. 4 Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of Thine elect, Then take Thy power and reign! Appear, Desire of nations! Thine exiles long for home: Show in the heavens Thy promised sign! Thou Prince and Saviour, come! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ALFORD

O what the joy and the glory must be

Author: P. Abelard; J. M. Neale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #397 (1898) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Burial of the Dead; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Oh, what the joy and the glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see! Crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blest. 2 What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? Oh, that the blest ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! 3 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore, Vision of peace, that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment can severed be ne'er, Nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer. 4 There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Sion shall sing; While for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessèd people eternally raise. 5 There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o'er, Those Sabbath-keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph-song Which to the angels and us shall belong. 6 Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon's strand. 7 Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all; Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son; Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: O QUANTA QUALIA

Light's abode, celestial Salem

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #399 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Burial of the Dead; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 Light's abode, celestial Salem, Vision whence true peace doth spring, Brighter than the heart can fancy, Mansion of the highest King; Oh, how glorious are the praises Which of Thee the prophets sing! 2 There forever and forever Alleluia is outpoured; For unending, for unbroken Is the feast-day of the Lord; All is pure and all is holy That within Thy walls is stored. 3 There no cloud nor passing vapor Dims the brightness of the air; Endless noon-day, glorious noon-day, From the Sun of suns is there; There no night brings rest from labor, For unknown are toil and care. 4 Oh, how glorious and resplendent, Fragile body, shalt thou be, When endued with so much beauty, Full of health, and strong, and free, Full of vigor, full of pleasure That shall last eternally! 5 Now with gladness, now with courage, Bear the burden on thee laid, That hereafter these thy labors May with endless gifts be paid, And in everlasting glory Thou with brightness be arrayed. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: REGENT SQUARE

I heard a sound of voices

Author: G. Thring Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #404a (1898) Meter: 7.6.8.6 D Topics: Burial of the Dead; Burial of the Dead Lyrics: 1 I heard a sound of voices Around the great white throne, With harpers harping on their harps To him that sat thereon: "Salvation, glory, honou!" I heard the song arise, As throu' the courts of heav'n it rolled In wondrous harmonies. 2 From every clime and kindred, And nations from afar, As serried ranks returning home In triumph from a war, I heard the saints upraising, The myriad hosts among, In praise of Him Who died and lives, Their one glad triumph-song. 3 I saw the holy city, The New Jerusalem, Come down from heaven, a bride adorned With jeweled diadem; The flood of crystal waters Flowed down the golden street; And nations brought their honors there, And laid them at her feet. 4 And there no sun was needed, Nor moon to shine by night, God's glory did enlighten all, The Lamb Himself the light; And there His servants serve Him, And, life's long battle o'er, Enthroned with Him, their Saviour, King, They reign for evermore. 5 O great and glorious vision! The Lamb upon His throne; O wondrous sight for man to see! The Saviour with His own: To drink the living waters And stand upon the shore, Where neither sorrow, sin, nor death Shall ever enter more. 6 O Lamb of God Who reignest! Thou Bright and Morning Star, Whose glory lightens that new earth Which now we see from far! O worthy Judge eternal! When Thou dost bid us come, Then open wide the gates of pearl, And call Thy servants home. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PATMOS