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God the Refuge of the Afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #51 (1790) Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Christ his death and resurrection First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falsehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance give the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

God the Refuge of the Afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #56 (1786) Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Christ his death and resurrection First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance give the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

God the Refuge of the Afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #56 (1787) Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Christ his death and resurrection First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance give the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

A lovely infant sleeps in death

Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #936 (1886) Topics: Death and Resurrection Lyrics: 1 A lovely infant sleeps in death; How beautiful and fair! Yes, even now, though void of breath, God's impress still is there. 2 And if thus fair and lovely here, Beneath death's icy hand, O will it not be beauteous there, 'Mid the immortal band? 3 When Jesus bids it rise and live With all the saints in light, A glorious body then he'll give, Resplendent to the sight! 4 Though nature weeps when lovely ties So strongly bound are riven, Yet faith the Saviour's words applies, "Of such the realms of heaven!" Tune Title: NAOMI

O for the death of those

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #948 (1886) Topics: Death and Resurrection Lyrics: 1 O, for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! O, be like theirs my last repose, Like theirs my last reward! 2 Their bodies in the ground In silent hope may lie, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound Shall call them to the sky. 3 Then ransomed they will soar On wings of faith and love. To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with him above. 4 With us their names shall live Through the remaining years, Embalmed with all our hearts can give Our praises and our tears. 5 O, for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! O, be like theirs my last repose, Like theirs my last reward! Tune Title: SHAWMUT

She hath passed death's chilling billow

Author: Annie R. Smith Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #958 (1886) Topics: Death and Resurrection Lyrics: 1 She hath passed death's chilling billow, And gone to rest; Jesus smoothed her dying pillow, O slumber blest! 2 From the bitter cup that's given, We should not shrink; Since the mandate is from heaven, That bids us drink. 3 Sleep, dear sister, kind and tender, To friendship true, While with feeling hearts we render This tribute due. 4 When the morn of glory, breaking, Shall light the tomb, Beautiful will be thy waking In fadeless bloom; 5 Where no wintry winds are blowing, No burial train; Crowned with gems celestial, glowing, We'll meet again. Tune Title: ELLA

On the Death of a Saint

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XXVII (1791) Topics: Death and Resurrection First Line: Blessed are they (the Scriptures say) Lyrics: 1 Blessed are they (the Scriptures say) That dying win the Prize, For rest they shall, their good works all Do follow them likewise. 2 Death's but a Sleep, why should we weep For those in Christ who die? Since this we know to Peace they go, And Joys possess on High. 3 Altho' to dust their Bodies must Be turn'd beneath the Clod, Yet they shall rise above the Skies, And ever live with God. 4 Christ will aloud before the Crowd Cmpos'd of Adam's Race, Confess them dear, who own'd him here, And bore for him Disgrace. 5 Robes they shall have that will outbrave The Whiteness of the Snow; Most pure and bright, like shining Light; Such Jesus will bestow. 6 Then why need we dejected be? Our Loss is their great Gain; For they shall stand at Christ's right Hand, And with their Saviour reign. 7 Their happy Days are spent in praise, While here we sign and groan; could we but see how blest they be, 'Twould make us cease to moan. 8 If there was End, 'twould Trouble send, And would eclipse the Joy, But 'tis not so, they'll never go Out of that sweet Employ. 9 When they've been there ten Million Years, And Millions more are done, They've no less Days to sing God's Praise Than when they first begun. Languages: English

Triumph over Death

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XCIII (1791) Topics: Death and Resurrection First Line: Great God, I own thy sentence just Lyrics: 1 Great God, I own thy Sentence just; And Nature must decay; I yield my Body to the Dust, To dwell with Fellow-Clay. 2 Yet Faith may Triumph o'er the Graves, And Trample on the Tombs My Jesus, my Redeemer lives; My God my Saviour comes. 3 The mighty Conqu'ror shall appear High on a Royal Seat, And Death, the last of all his Foes, Lie vanquish'd at his Feet. 4 Tho' greedy Worms devour my Skin, And gnaw my wasting Flesh, When God shall build my Bones again, He clothes them all afresh: 5 Then shall I see thy lovely Face With Strong immortal Eyes; And feast upon thy unknown Grace With Pleasure and Surprize. Scripture: Job 19:25-27 Languages: English

No, I'll repine at Death no more

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.CII (1766) Topics: Death and Resurrection Lyrics: 1 No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a chearful Gasp resign To the cold Dungeon of the Grave, These dying, with'ring Limbs of mine. 2 Let Worms devour my wasting Flesh, And crumble all my Bones to Dust; My God shall raise my Frame anew At the Revival of the Just. 3 Break, sacred Norning, through the Skies, Bring that delightful, dreadful Day; Cut short the Hours, dear Lord, and come, Thy ling'ring Wheels, how long they stay! [4 Our weary Spirits faint to see The Light of thy returning Face, And hear the Language of those Lips, Where God has shed his richest Grace.] [5 Haste, then, upon the Wings of Love, Rouse all the pious sleeping Clay, That we may join in heav'nly Joys, And sing the Triumph of the Day.] Languages: English

When It Seemed that Love Was Dying

Author: Mary Nelson Keithahn Hymnal: Come Away with Me #14 (1998) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Death and Resurrection Responses to First Line: When it seemed that Love was dying, Scripture: Matthew 27:55-61 Languages: English Tune Title: KRISTA'S TUNE