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On the death and burial of a friend
Author: Bishop Payne Hymnal: The Hymn Book of the African Methodist Episcopal Church #739 (1877) Meter: 7.6 Topics: Death and Judgment First Line: Sleep, thou dust and ashes, sleep Languages: English
On the death and burial of a friend
Funeral of a minister
Author: Doddridge Hymnal: The Hymn Book of the African Methodist Episcopal Church #743 (1877) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Death and Judgment First Line: What though the arm of conqu'ring death Languages: English
Funeral of a minister
Scenes of the resurrection
Author: Watts Hymnal: The Hymn Book of the African Methodist Episcopal Church #760 (1877) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Death and Judgment First Line: How long shall Death, the tyrant reign Languages: English
Scenes of the resurrection
My soul, the minutes haste away
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #233 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 My soul, the minutes haste away,
Apace comes on th'important day,
When in the icy arms of death
I must give up my vital breath.
2 Look forward to the moving scene;
How wilt thou be affected then?
When from on high some sharp disease
Resistless shall my vitals seize.
3 when all the springs of life are low,
The spirits faint, the pulses slow;
The eyes grow dim and short the breath,
Presages of approaching death.
4 When clammy sweats thro' ev'ry part,
Show life's retreating to the heart;
Its last resistance there to make,
And then the breathless frame forsake.
5 When all eternity's in sight;
The brightest day, or blackest night;
One shock will break the building down,
And let thee into worlds unknown.
6 O come, my soul, the matter weigh!
How wilt thou leave thy kindred clay!
And how the unknown regions try,
And launch into eternity!
My soul, the minutes haste away
Few, few and evil are thy days
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #215 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Life and death and judgment Lyrics:
Few, few and evil are thy days,
Man, of a woman born;
Peril and trouble haunt thy ways;
Forth, like a flower at morn,
The tender infant springs to light,
Youth blossoms to the breeze,
Age, withering age, is cropt ere night;
Man like a shadow flees.
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And dost thou look on such an one?
Will God to judgment call
A worm, for what a worm hath done
Against the Lord of all?
As fail the waters from the deep,
As summer-brooks run dry,
Man lieth down in dreamless sleep,
His life is vanity.
Man lieth down, no more to wake,
Till yonder arching sphere
Shall, with a roll of thunder, break,
And nature disappear.
O hide me, till Thy wrath be past,
Thou who canst slay or save!
Hide me, where hope may anchor fast,
In my Redeemer's grave.
Scripture: Job 14:1-3 Languages: English
Few, few and evil are thy days
And am I only born to die?
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #232 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 And am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
With nature’s stern decree?
What after death for me remains?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity?
2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay;
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against the fatal day!
3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone;
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
Th'inexorable throne!
4 No matter which my thoughts employ;
A moment’s misery, or joy;
But oh! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destin'd place?
Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends or angels spend?
5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!
How make mine own election sure;
And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be thou my guide, be thou my way
To glorious happiness!
Ah! write the pardon on my heart!
And whensoe’er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.
And am I only born to die?
Awake, awake, my sluggish soul
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #234 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 Awake, awake, my sluggish soul,
Awake, and view the setting sun;
See how the shades of death advance,
Ere half the task of life is done.
2 Death!--'tis an awful, solemn sound;
Oh, let it wake the slumb'ring ear!
Apace the dreadful conqueror comes,
With all his pale companions near.
3 Thy drowsy eyes will soon be clos'd,--
These friendly warnings heard no more;
Soon will the nighty Judge approach,
E'en now he stands before the door.
4 To-day attend his gracious voice;
This is the summons that he sends:
"Awake,--for on this transient hour
Thy long eternity depends." Scripture: John 9:4
Awake, awake, my sluggish soul
Eternity is just at hand!
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #242 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 Eternity is just at hand!--
And shall I waste my ebbing sand;
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?
2 But an eternity there is
Of endless wo, or endless bliss;
And swift as time fulfils its round,
We to eternity are bound.
3 What countless millions of mankind
Have left this fleeting world behind!
They're gone! but where?--ah, pause and see,
Gone to a long eternity.
4 Sinner! canst thou for ever dwell
In all the fiery deeps of hell;
And is death nothing, then, to thee;
Death, and a dread eternity?
Eternity is just at hand!
Terrible thought! shall I alone
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #245 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 Terrible thought! shall I alone,
Who may be sav'd, shall I
Of all, alas! whom I have known,
Through sin for ever die?
2 While all my old companions dear,
With whom I once did live,
Joyful at God’s right hand appear,
A blessing to receive:
3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band,
Dragg'd to the judgment-seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,
My fearful doom to meet?
4 While they enjoy their Saviour's love,
Must I in torments dwell?
And howl, (while they sing hymns above,)
And blow the flames of hell!
5 Ah! no; I still may turn and live,
For still his wrath delays;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
And offers me his grace.
6 I will accept his offers now,
From every sin depart;
Perform my oft-repeated vow,
And render him my heart.
7 I will improve what I receive,
The grace through Jesus given;
Sure, if with God on earth I live,
To live with God in heaven.
Terrible thought! shall I alone
Stoop down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #247 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holy Spirit The certaintiy of death and Judgment Lyrics: 1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise,
Converse a while with death;
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.
2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulses faint and few,
Then, speechless, with a doleful groan
He bids the world adieu.
3 But, O the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.
4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts triumphing there;
Or devils plunge it down to hell
In infinite despair.
5 And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?
O for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!
6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust,
And my flesh waits for thy command
To drop into my dust.
Stoop down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise
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