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Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #527 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God, Who borest anguish, scorn, the rod, And diedst at last upon the tree, To gain Thy Father's grace for me: 2 I pray Thee, through that bitter woe, With me, a sinner, mercy know, When comes the hour of failing breath, And I must wrestle, Lord, with death, 3 When from my sight all fades away, And when my tongue no more can say, And when mine ears no more can hear, And when my heart is racked with fear, 4 When all my mind is darkened o'er, And human help can do no more; Then come, Lord Jesus, come with speed, And help me in my hour of need. 5 Lead me from this dark vale beneath, And shorten then the pangs of death; All evil spirits drive away, But let Thy Spirit with me stay, 6 Until my soul the body leave; Then in Thy hands my soul receive, And let the earth my body keep, Till the last day shall break its sleep. 7 Joyful my resurrection be, Thou in the Judgment plead for me, And hide my sins, Lord, from Thy face, And give me life, of Thy dear grace! 8 Implicitly I trust Thee, Lord, For Thou hast promised in Thy Word: "In truth I tell you, who receives My Word, and keeps it, and believes, 9 Shall never fall God's wrath beneath, Shall never taste eternal death; Though here he must return to dust, He still is noways therefore lost; 10 For I will with a mighty hand Deliver him from Death's strong band, And lift him hence that he shall be Forever in my realm with me, 11 Forever living there in bliss." O let us not that glory miss! Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt, Help us to wait until Thou wilt 12 That we depart; and let our faith Be brave, and conquer e'en in death, Firm resting on Thy sacred Word, Until we sleep in Thee, our Lord. Languages: English

When my last hour is close at hand

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #528 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand, And I must hence betake me, Lord Jesus Christ, beside me stand, Nor let Thy help forsake me; To Thy blest hands I now commend My soul, at this my earthly end, And Thou wilt safely keep it. 2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore, My conscience cannot slumber; But though as sands upon the shore, My sins may be in number, I will not quail, but think of Thee; Thy death, Thy sorrow, borne for me, Thy sufferings shall uphold me. 3 I have been grafted in the Vine, And hence my comfort borrow, For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine Through fear, and pain, and sorrow; Yea, though I die, I die to Thee, Who through Thy death hast won for me The right to life eternal. 4 Since Thou from death didst rise again, In death Thou wilt not leave me; Lord, Thy ascension soothes my pain, No fear of death shall grieve me; For Thou wilt have me where Thou art, And so with joy I can depart To be with Thee forever. 5 And so I stretch mine arms to Thee, And gladly hence betake me; Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be, No human voice can wake me. But Christ is with me through the strife, And He will bear me into life, And open heaven before me. Languages: English

When My Last Hour Is Close at Hand

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Nikolaus Herman; Unknown Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #594 (1941) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: The Last Things Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand, Lord Jesus Christ, attend me; Beside me then, O Savior, stand To comfort and defend me. Into Thy hands I will commend My soul at this my earthly end, And Thou wilt keep it safely. 2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore, My conscience cannot slumber; But tho' as sands upon the shore My sins may be in number, I will not quail, but think of Thee; Thy death, Thy sorrow, borne for me, Thy suff'rings, shall uphold me. 3 I am a branch in Thee, the Vine, And hence the comfort borrow That Thou wilt surely keep me Thine Thro' fear and pain and sorrow; And when I die, I die to Thee, Thy precious death hath won for me The life that never endeth. 4 Since Thou the pow'r of death didst rend, In death Thou wilt not leave me; Since Thou didst into heaven ascend, No fear of death shall grieve me. For where Thou art, there shall I be That I may ever live with Thee; That is my hope when dying. 5 My spirit I commend to Thee And gladly hence betake me; Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be, No human voice can wake me. But Christ is with me through the strife, And He will bear me into life And open heaven before me. Amen. Scripture: John 15:5 Languages: English Tune Title: WENN MEIN STÜNDLEIN

Jesus Christ, My Sure Defense

Author: Otto von Schwerin, 1616-79; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Lutheran Service Book #741 (2006) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 Jesus Christ, my sure defense And my Savior, now is living! Knowing this, my confidence Rests upon the hope here given, Though the night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. 2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives; Likewise I to life shall waken. He will bring me where He is; Shall my courage then be shaken? Shall I fear, or could the Head Rise and leave His members dead? 3 No, too closely I am bound By my hope to Christ forever; Faith's strong hand the Rock has found, Grasped it, and will leave it never; Even death now cannot part From its Lord the trusting heart. 4 I am flesh and must return To the dust, whence I am taken; But by faith I now discern That from death I shall awaken With my Savior to abide In His glory, at His side. 5 Glorified, I shall anew With this flesh then be enshrouded; In this body I shall view God, my Lord, with eyes unclouded; In this flesh I then shall see Jesus Christ eternally. 6 Then take comfort and rejoice, For His members Christ will cherish. Fear not, they will hear His voice; Dying, they shall never perish; For the very grave is stirred When the trumpet's blast is heard. 7 Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave And at death no longer tremble; He, the Lord, who came to save Will at last His own assemble. They will go their Lord to meet, Treading death beneath their feet. 8 O, then, draw away your hearts From all pleasures base and hollow; Strive to share what He imparts While you here His footsteps follow. As you now still wait to rise, Fix your hearts beyond the skies! Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:34-58 Languages: English Tune Title: JESUS, MEINE ZUVERSICHT

Hark! a voice saith, All are mortal

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #374 (1893) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 HARK! a voice saith, All are mortal. Yea, all flesh must fade as grass, Only through death's gloomy portal To a better land we pass; This frail body here must perish, Ere the heavenly joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2 Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I'll yield my life, Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife; And in my Redeemer's merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort is Jesus' death--sweet comfort this! 3 For my sake He went before me, And His death is now my gain; Peace and hope He conquered for me; So without regret or pain, Yea, with joy I'll quit earth's sadness For the beauteous heaven of gladness, Where I shall eternally See the holy Trinity. 4 There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands there are dwelling, Worshipping before the throne, There the Seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: "Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!" 5 Worthies there, of sacred story, Prophets, Patriarchs, are met; There Apostles too in glory Fill twelve thrones by Jesus set; All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert, sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6 O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo! I hear the tones victorious Ever sweetly sounding there! O the bliss that there surprises! Lo! the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me! 7 Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine; Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine, Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand, a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away. Languages: English

All Men Living Are But Mortal

Author: J. G. Albinus, 1625-79; C. Winkworth, 1827-78; Unknown Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #472 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only through death's gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav'nly joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2 Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I'll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer's merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus' death my source of bliss. 3 Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain: Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth's sadness For the home of heav'nly gladness Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. 4 There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: "Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!" 5 Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6 O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tones victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. O the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. 7 Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine. Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away. Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN

Jesus Lives! The Victory's Won

Author: Christian Fürchtegott Gellert, 1715-69; Frances E. Cox, 1812-97 Hymnal: Lutheran Service Book #490 (2006) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Topics: Death and Burial First Line: Jesus lives! The vict'ry's won! Lyrics: 1 Jesus lives! The vict'ry's won! Death no longer can appall me; Jesus lives! Death's reign is done! From the grave Christ will recall me. Brighter scenes will then commence; This shall be my confidence. 2 Jesus lives! To Him the throne High above all things is given. I shall go where He is gone, Live and reign with Him in heaven. God is faithful; doubtings, hence! This shall be my confidence. 3 Jesus lives! For me He died. Hence will I, to Jesus living, Pure in heart and act abide, Praise to Him and glory giving. All I need God will dispense; This shall be my confidence. 4 Jesus lives! I know full well Nothing me from Him shall sever, Neither death nor pow'rs of hell Part me now from Christ forever. God will be my sure defense; This shall be my confidence. 5 Jesus lives! And now is death But the gate of life immortal; This shall calm my trembling breath When I pass its gloomy portal. Faith shall cry, as fails each sense; Jesus is my confidence! Scripture: Romans 8:11 Languages: English Tune Title: JESUS, MEINE ZUVERSICHT

Hark! a voice saith, All are mortal

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #530 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Topics: Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 Hark! a voice saith, All are mortal. Yea, all flesh must fade as grass, Only through death's gloomy portal To a better land we pass; This frail body here must perish Ere the heavenly joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2 Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I'll yield my life, Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife; In my Redeemer's merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort is Jesus' death--sweet comfort this! 3 For my sake He went before me, And His death is now my gain; Peace and hope He conquered for me; So without regret or pain, Yea, with joy I'll quit earth's sadness For the beauteous heaven of gladness, Where I shall eternally See the holy Trinity. 4 There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands there are dwelling, Worshipping before the throne, There the Seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: "Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!" 5 There great men, of sacred story, Prophets, Patriarchs, are met; There Apostles too in glory Fill twelve thrones by Jesus set; All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6 O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo! I hear the tones victorious Ever sweetly sounding there! O the bliss that there surprises! Lo! the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me! 7 Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine; Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine, Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand, a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away. Languages: English

This Body in the Grave We Lay

Author: William M. Czmanske; Michael Weisse; Unknown Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #596 (1941) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Last Things Death and Burial Scripture: John 5:24 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LASST UNS DEN LEIB

All men Living Are But Mortal

Author: Johann G. Albinus; Catherine Winkworth; Unknown Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #601 (1941) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Topics: The Last Things Death and Burial Lyrics: 1 All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only thro' death’s gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav’nly love joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2 Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I’ll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer’s merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus’ death my source of bliss. 3 Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain; Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth’s sadness For the home of heav’nly gladness, Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. 4 There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: "Holy, holy, holy Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!" 5 Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned. All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6 O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tones victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. Oh, the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. 7 Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine, Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine. Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away. Amen. Scripture: Isaiah 40:6 Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN