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Hark, A Voice Saith, All Are Mortal

Author: Joh. Rosenmüller; Catherine Winkworth; H. Brueckner Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #305 (1930) 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 a death-rent portal To a better world ye pass; Dust to dust must sink inglorious Ere this body rise victorious To the realms of life and light, Won for saints thro' Jesus' might. 2 Therefore, when my Father chooses, Willingly my life I'll yield; He but gains, nay, never loses, Who with Jesus quits the field; For in my Redeemer's merit Peace has found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus' death assures me bliss. 3 In those bright celestial regions All is life and peace and joy; Souls are there in countless legions, Happy in the Lord's employ. There the Seraphim are dwelling Who, in holiness excelling, Praise with heaven's mighty host Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 4 There the patriarchs are living, There the prophets all abide, There th'apostles, homage giving, Ever dwell at Jesus' side. There the Lord's whole congregation Has its place of habitation; There, to honor God, their King, All their hallelujahs sing. 5 O blest city of the sainted, Wondrous fair Jerusalem, How thy beauty, pure, unattained, Sparkles like a precious gem! What sweet voices there are sounding, And what joys are there abounding! Night shall never follow day, Light from God will shine for aye. Topics: The Christian Life Heaven Languages: English Tune Title: ROSENMÜLLER

Hark! a voice saith, All are mortal

Author: Albinus Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #196 (1863) Lyrics: Hark! a voice saith, All are mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass, Only through Death's gloomy portal, To a better life ye pass, And this body form'd of clay, Here must languish and decay, Ere it rise in glorious might, Fit to dwell with saints in light. Therefore, since my God doth choose it, Willingly I yield my life, Nor I grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife; And my Saviour suffer'd here That I might not faint nor fear, Since for me He bore my load And hath trod the same dark road. For my sake He went before me, And His death is now my gain; Peace and hope He conquer'd for me, So without regret or pain To His lovely home I go, From this land of toil and woe, Glad to reach that blest abode Where I shall behold my God. There is joy beyond our telling Where so many saints are gone; Thousand thousands there are dwelling, Worshipping before the throne, There the seraphim on high Brightly shine, and ever cry "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord! There in One for aye adored!" O Jerusalem, how clearly Dost Thou shine, Thou city fair! Lo! I hear the tones more nearly, Ever sweetly sounding there! Oh what peace and joy hast thou! Lo the Sun is rising now, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me! 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; So before the throne I stand One amid that glorious band, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away! Languages: English

Hark! a voice saith, all are mortal

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a429 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Hark! a voice saith, all are mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass, Only through a death-rent portal To a better world ye pass; Dust to dust must sink inglorious, Ere this body rise victorious To the realms of life and light, Won for saints through Jesus' might. 2 Therefore, when my Father chooses, Willingly my life I'll yield; He but gains, nay never loses, Who with Jesus quits the field. For in my Redeemer's merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort is Jesus' death--sweet comfort this! 3 Jesus died for me, O hear it! And His death is all my gain; Shall I then, yet wav'ring, fear it, Since with Christ I rise again? Joyfully I'll quit earth's sadness For the beauteous heaven of gladness; Where I shall forevermore See the Triune, and adore! 4 There is life, life never ending, Where so many saints are gone, Where in light the thousands blending Worship God before the throne. Seraphim there flit before us, Swelling heaven with august chorus: "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord! God Triune, 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 golden Dost thou shine, thou city blest! Sweetly thy near tones embolden My winged soul to seek my rest. 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 I stand and look before me To the throne that rises o'er me, Gazing on that joy for aye, That shall never pass away! Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Contemplation of Death Languages: English

Hark! a voice saith, All are mortal

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #374 (1893) Meter: 8.7 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; 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. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English

Hark! a voice saith, all are mortal

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #429 (1880) Lyrics: 1 Hark! a voice saith, all are mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass, Only through a death-rent portal To a better world ye pass; Dust to dust must sink inglorious, Ere this body rise victorious To the realms of life and light, Won for saints through Jesus' might. 2 Therefore, when my Father chooses, Willingly my life I'll yield; He but gains, nay never loses, Who with Jesus quits the field. For in my Redeemer's merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort is Jesus' death--sweet comfort this! 3 Jesus died for me, O hear it! And His death is all my gain; Shall I then, yet wav'ring, fear it, Since with Christ I rise again? Joyfully I'll quit earth's sadness For the beauteous heaven of gladness; Where I shall forevermore See the Triune, and adore! 4 There is life, life never ending, Where so many saints are gone, Where in light the thousands blending Worship God before the throne. Seraphim there flit before us, Swelling heaven with august chorus: "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord! God Triune, 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 golden Dost thou shine, thou city blest! Sweetly thy near tones embolden My winged soul to seek my rest. 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 I stand and look before me To the throne that rises o'er me, Gazing on that joy for aye, That shall never pass away! Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Contemplation of Death Languages: English

Hark! a voice saith, all are mortal

Author: Johann Georg Albinus; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #429 (1908) Lyrics: 1 Hark! a voice saith, all are mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass, Only through a death-rent portal To a better world ye pass; Dust to dust must sink inglorious, Ere this body rise victorious To the realms of life and light, Won for saints thro' Jesus' might. 2 Therefore, when my Father chooses, Willingly my life I'll yield; He but gains, nay never loses, Who with Jesus quits the field. For in my Redeemer's merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort is Jesus' death--sweet comfort this! 3 Jesus died for me, O hear it! And His death is all my gain; Shall I then, yet wav'ring, fear it, Since with Christ I rise again? Joyfully I'll quit earth's sadness For the beauteous heaven of gladness; Where I shall forevermore See the Triune, and adore! 4 There is life, life never ending, Where so many saints are gone, Where in light the thousands blending Worship God before the throne. Seraphim there flit before us, Swelling heaven with august chorus: "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord! God Triune, 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 golden Dost thou shine, thou city blest! Sweetly thy near tones embolden My winged soul to seek my rest. 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 I stand and look before me To the throne that rises o'er me, Gazing on that joy for aye, That shall never pass away! Topics: Christian Life and Hope The Consummation: Contemplation of Death; Christian Life and Hope The Consummation: Contemplation of Death Languages: English Tune Title: ROSENMÜLLER (Alle Menschen müssen sterben)

Hark! a voice saith, All are mortal

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #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