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God of my life, to Thee I call

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #522 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 God of my life, to Thee I call; Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall: When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner’s plea? Does not the word still fixed remain, That none shall seek Thy face in vain? 4 That were a grief I could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer-hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. 5 Fair is the lot that’s cast for me; I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most Have no such privilege to boast. 6 Poor thou I be, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord Himself does plead. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

Help, Helper, help in fear and need

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #523 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Help, Helper, help in fear and need, Have mercy, to my prayer give heed! I know Thou lov'st me still as Thine, Though 'gainst me world and hell combine. 2 My God and Lord, I trust in Thee; What need I, if Thou art with me? And Thou, Lord Jesus Christ, art mine; My God and Savior, I am Thine. 3 Therefore my happiness is great, I am content, for Thee I wait, Trust wholly in Thy name, and then I pray: Help, Helper, help! Amen. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

God moves in a mysterious way

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #524 (1918) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain: God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

Commit whatever grieves thee

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #525 (1918) Meter: 7.6.8.1 Lyrics: 1 Commit whatever grieves thee At heart, and all thy ways, To Him who never leaves thee, On whom creation stays, Who freest courses maketh For clouds, and air, and wind, And who care ever taketh A path for thee to find. 2 The Lord thou must repose on If thou wouldst prosper sure, His work must ever gaze on If thine is to endure. By anxious care and grieving, By self-consuming pain, God is not moved to giving; By prayer must thou obtain. 3 Thy grace that ever floweth, O Father! what is good, Or evil, ever knoweth, To mortal flesh and blood. What to Thine eye all-seeing, And to Thy counsel wise Seems good must into being, O mighty Prince, arise! 4 For means it fails Thee never, Thou always find'st a way, Thy deeds are blessing ever, Thy path like brightest day. Thy work can no one hinder, Thy labor cannot rest, If Thou design’st Thy tender Children should all be blessed. 5 Though all the power of evil Should rise up to resist, Without a doubt or cavil God never will desist; His undertakings ever At length He carries through; What He designs He never Can fail at all to do. 6 Hope on, thou heart, grief-riven, Hope, and courageous be, Where anguish thee had driven Thou shalt deliverance see. God from Thy pit of sadness Shall raise thee graciously; Wait and the sun of gladness Thine eyes shall early see. 7 Arise, to pain and anguish A long good night now say; Drive all that makes thee languish In grief and woe away. Not thine ’tis to endeavor The ruler’s part to play, God sits as Ruler ever, Guides all things well each day. 8 Let Him alone, and tarry, He is a Prince all-wise, He shall Himself so carry ’Twill strange seem in thine eyes. When He, as Him beseemeth, In wonderful decree, Shall as Himself good deemeth, O’errule what grieveth thee. 9 He may, awhile still staying, His comforts keep from thee, And, on His part delaying, Seem to have utterly Forgotten and forsaken And put thee out of mind, Though thou’rt by grief o’ertaken, No time for thee to find. 10 But if thou never shrinkest, And true dost still remain, He’ll come when least thou thinkest, And set thee free again, Thee from the load deliver, That burdeneth thy heart, That thou hast carried never For any evil part. 11 Hail! child of faith, who gainest The victory alway, Who honor’s crown obtainest, That never fades away. God in thy hand will give thee One day the glorious palm; Who ne’er in grief did leave thee, To Him thou’lt sing thy psalm. 12 O Lord, no longer lengthen Our time of misery; Our hands and feet now strengthen; And until death may we By Thee be watched and cared for, In faithfulness and love: So come we where prepared for Us is our blessed abode. Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

If God Himself be for me

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #526 (1918) Meter: 7.6.8.1 Lyrics: 1 If God Himself be for me, I may a host defy, For when I pray, before me My foes confounded fly. If Christ, my Head and Master, Befriend me from above, What foe or what disaster Can drive me from His love? 2 This I believe--yea, rather, In this I make my boast, That God is my dear Father. The Friend who loves me most; And that, whate'er betide me, My Savior is at hand, Through stormy seas to guide me, And bring me safe to land. 3 I build on this foundation, That Jesus and His blood Alone are my salvation, The true, eternal good; Without Him, all that pleases Is valueless on earth; The gifts I owe to Jesus Alone my love are worth. 4 My Jesus is my Splendor, My soul's bright-beaming Sun; Were He not my Defender Before God's awful throne, I never should find favor And mercy in His sight, But be destroyed forever, As darkness by the light. 5 He canceled my offenses, And saved my soul from death; 'Tis He who ever cleanses Me from my sins through faith. In Him I can be cheerful, Bold, and undaunted aye: In Him I am not fearful, Of God's great judgment-day. 6 Naught, naught can e'er condemn me, Nor set my hope aside; Now hell no more can claim me, Its fury I deride. No sentence e'er reproves me, No ill destroys my peace, For Christ, my Savior, loves me And screens me with His grace. 7 His Spirit in me dwelleth And o'er my mind He reigns. All sorrow He dispelleth And soothes away all pains. He crowns His work with blessing, And helpeth me to cry "My Father!" without ceasing, To Him who dwells on high. 8 To mine His Spirit speaketh Sweet word of holy cheer, How God, to Him that seeketh For rest, is always near, And how He hath erected A city fair and new, Where what our faith expected We evermore shall view. 9 In yonder home doth flourish My heritage, my lot, Though here I die and perish, My heaven shall fail me not. Though care my life oft saddens And causeth tears to flow, The light of Jesus gladdens And sweetens every woe. 10 Who clings with resolution To Him whom Satan hates, Must look for persecution; For him the burden waits Of mockery, shame, and losses, Heaped on his guiltless head; A thousand plagues and crosses Shall be his daily bread. 11 All this I am prepared for, Yet am I not afraid; By Thee shall all be cared for, To whom my vows were paid. Though life and limb it cost me And everything I have, Unshaken shall I trust Thee, Thee never shall I leave. 12 Though earth be rent asunder, Thou'rt mine eternally; Not fire, nor sword, nor thunder, Shall sever me from Thee; Not hunger, thirst, nor danger, Not pain nor poverty, Nor mighty princes' anger, Shall ever hinder me. 13 No angel, and no gladness, No throne, no pomp, no show, No love, no hate, no sadness, No pain, no depth of woe, No scheme of man's contrivance, However small or great, Shall draw me from Thy guidance, Nor from Thee separate. 14 My heart for joy is springing, And can no more be sad, 'Tis full of mirth and singing, Sees naught but sunshine glad: The Sun that cheers my spirit Is Jesus Christ my King, That which I shall inherit Hereafter, makes me sing. Topics: The Cross and Comfort Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #527 (1918) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English

When my last hour is close at hand

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #528 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 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. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English

For me to live is Jesus

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #529 (1918) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 For me to live is Jesus, To die is gain for me, To Him I gladly yield me, And die right cheerfully. 2 From hence I go with gladness To Christ my Brother's side, That I may soon be with Him, And e'er with Him abide. 3 I have o'ercome life's crosses; Grief, pain, and sorrow cease; Through His five wounds most holy With God I am at peace. 4 When all my powers are breaking, My breath comes heavily, Nor word more I can utter, Lord, hear my sighs to Thee! 5 When reason, sense, and thinking, Fail like a flickering light, That to and fro doth waver Ere 'tis extinguished quite: 6 Then let me softly, gently, Lord, fall asleep in Thee, When by Thy will and counsel My last hour comes to me. 7 As to the oak the ivy, So let me cleave to Thee, And live in heavenly glory With Thee eternally. 8 Amen! this wilt Thou, Jesus, Grant graciously to me: Endow me with Thy Spirit, That I die happily. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English

Hark! a voice saith, All are mortal

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #530 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 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. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English

One sweetly solemn thought

Hymnal: ELHL1918 #531 (1918) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er,-- Nearer my home, to-day, am I Than e'er I've been before. 2 Nearer my Father's house, Where many mansions be; Nearer to-day the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea. 3 Nearer the bound of life Where burdens are laid down; Nearer to leave the heavy cross; Nearer to gain the crown. 4 But, lying darkly between, Winding down through the night, There rolls the silent, unknown stream That leads at last to light. E'en now, perchance, my feet Are slipping over the brink, For I, to-day, am nearer home,-- Nearer now than I think. 6 Father, perfect my trust; Strengthen my spirit's faith; Nor let me stand, at last alone Upon the shore of death. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English