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All Men Living Are But Mortal
Author: J. G. Albinus, 1624-1679; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Unknown Hymnal: Christian Worship #840 (2021) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Hymnal Title: Christian Worship Lyrics: 1 All men living are but mortal
and will surely fade as grass;
only through death's gloomy portal
to eternal life we pass.
When this body here has perished,
then will heav'nly joys be cherished
where the saints, in glorious dress,
live and reign in righteousness.
2 Therefore, when my God shall choose it,
willingly I'll yield my life,
nor will grieve that I should lose it,
with its sorrow, pain, and strife.
In my dear Redeemer's merit
peace has 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.
With great 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 angel hosts are shining,
evermore in chorus joining:
"Holy, holy, holy, Lord!
Triune God, by all adored!"
5 Patriarchs of sacred story
and the prophets there are found;
twelve apostles, bright with glory,
on twelve seats are there enthroned.
All the saints are there ascended
age on age, through time extended,
there in blissful concert sing
hallelujahs to their King.
6 O Jerusalem, how glorious
are your heav'nly mansions fair!
I can hear the tones victorious
ever sweetly sounding there.
Oh, the bliss that there surprises!
Look, my soul, the sun now rises,
and the breaking day I see
that shall never end for me.
7 Now 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,
filled with purest joy and peace
that in Christ shall never cease. Topics: Hope and Comfort Scripture: Isaiah 40:6-8 Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN
All Men Living Are But Mortal
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 Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary 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.
Topics: Death and Burial; Trinity 16 Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN
All Men Living Are But Mortal
All Men Living Are but Mortal
Author: Johann G. Albinus; Catherine Winkworth; Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #104 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal 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 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 tone 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. Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN
All Men Living Are but Mortal
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 Hymnal Title: The Lutheran Hymnal 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. Topics: The Last Things Death and Burial Scripture: Isaiah 40:6 Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN
All men Living Are But Mortal
