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All Men Living Are but Mortal

Author: Johann G. Albinus; Catherine Winkworth; Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #104 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

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 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

Author: Johann G. Albinus; Catherine Winkworth; Unknown Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #601 (1941) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 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 Whose Boast It Is

Author: James Russell Lowell, 1819-1891 Hymnal: Singing the Living Tradition #150 (1993) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D First Line: All whose boast it is that we Lyrics: 1 All whose boast it is that we come of forebears brave and free, if there breathe on earth a slave, are we truly free and brave? If we do not feel the chain when it works another’s pain, are we not base slaves indeed, slaves unwilling to be freed? 2 Is true freedom but to break fetters for our own dear sake, and with leathern hearts forget we owe humankind a debt? No, true freedom is to share all the chains that others wear, and, with heart and hand, to be earnest to make others free. 3 They are slaves who fear to speak for the fallen and the weak; they are slaves who will not choose hatred, scoffing, and abuse, rather than in silence shrink from the truth they needs must think. They are slaves who dare not be in the right with two or three. Topics: Words and Deeds of Prophetic Women and Men Freedom; Justice and Equity; Right of Conscience Languages: English Tune Title: SALZBURG