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Lo, what a pleasing sight

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #392 (1880) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 Lo, what a pleasing sight Are brethren that agree! How blest are all whose hearts unite In bonds of piety! 2 From those celestial springs, Such streams of comfort flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honors can bestow. 3 All in their stations move, And each performs his part, In all the cares of life and love, With sympathizing heart. 4 Formed for the purest joys, By one desire possesed, One aim the zeal of all employs, To make each other blest. 5 No bliss can equal theirs, Where such affections meet; While praise devout, and mingled pray'rs, Make their communion sweet. 6 'Tis the same pleasure fills The breast in worlds above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. Languages: English

Heavenward doth our journey tend

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #407 (1880) Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 Heavenward doth our journey tend, Here on earth we are but strangers, Towards our promised Land we wend, Through a wilderness of dangers; Here we roam a pilgrim-band, Yonder is our native land. 2 Heavenward stretch, my soul, thy wings, Thou canst claim a heavenly nature; Cleave not to these earthly things, Thou canst rest not in the creature. Every soul that God inspires, Back to Him, its Source, aspires. 3 Heavenward! doth His Spirit cry, Oft as in His word I hear Him; Pointing to the rest on high Where I shall be ever near Him. When His Word fills all my thought, Oft to heaven my soul is caught. 4 Heavenward still I long to haste, When Thy Supper, Lord, is given; Heavenly strength on earth I taste, Feeding on the Bread of Heaven; Such is e'en on earth our fare, Who Thy marriage feast will share. 5 Heavenward! To that blessed home Death at last will surely lead me; All my trials overcome, Christ with life and joy will feed me; Who Himself hath gone before That we too might heavenward soar. 6 Heavenward! This shall be my cry While a pilgrim here I wander, Passing earth's allurements by For the love of what is yonder; Heavenward all my being tends, Till in Heaven my journey ends. Languages: English

Hark! a voice saith, all are mortal

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #429 (1880) Topics: Christian Life and Hope 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! Languages: English

Jesus, my Redeemer, lives

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #456 (1880) Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, Christ, my Trust, is dead no more; In the strength this knowledge gives, Shall not all my fears be o'er? Calm, though the death's long night be fraught Still with many an anxious thought? 2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, And His life I once shall see; Bright the hope the promise gives, Where He is I too shall be. Shall I fear then? Can the Head Rise and leave the members dead? 3 Close to Him my soul is bound! In the bonds of hope enclasped; Faith's strong hand this soul hath found, And the Rock hath firmly grasped; Death shall ne'er my soul remove From her refuge in Thy love. 4 I shall see Him with these eyes-- Him whom I shall surely know; Not another shall I rise, With His love this heart shall glow; Only there shall disappear Weakness in and round me here. 5 Ye who suffer, sigh, and moan, Fresh and glorious there shall reign; Earthly here the seed is sown, Heavenly it shall rise again; Natural here the death we die, Spiritual our life on high. 6 Body, be thou of good cheer, In thy Savior's care rejoice; Give not place to gloom and fear-- Dead, thou yet shalt know His voice, When the final trump is heard, And the deaf, cold grave is stirred. 7 Laugh to scorn then death and hell, Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave; Caught into the air to dwell With the Lord who comes to save, We shall trample on our foes, Mortal weakness, fear and woes. 8 Only see ye that your heart Rise betimes from earthly lust; Would ye there with Him have part, Here obey your Lord and trust, Fix your hearts beyond the skies, Whither ye yourselves would rise. Languages: English

My God, I love Thee, not because

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a405 (1895) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 My God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heav'n thereby; Nor yet because who love Thee not Must burn eternally. 2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace, 3 And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony, Yea, death itself; and all for one That was Thine enemy. 4 Then why, O blessed Savior, Christ, Should I not love Thee well? Not for the hope of winning heav'n, Nor of escaping hell; 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward; But solely for Thy love to me, O ever-loving Lord! 6 E’en so I love Thee, and will love, And in Thy praise will sing, Alone because Thou art my God, And my eternal King. Languages: English

Commit thy way, confiding

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a411 (1895) Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 Commit thy way, confiding, When trials here arise, To Him whose hand is guiding The tumults of the skies. There clouds and tempests, raging, Have each their path assigned; Will God, for thee engaging, No way of safety find? 2 Trust in the Lord! His favor Will for thy wants provide; Regard His word!--and ever Thy work shall safe abide. When sorrows here o'ertake thee, And self-inflicted care, Let not thy God forsake thee! He listens for thy prayer. 3 Should Satan league his forces, God's purpose to withstand, Think not their rage and curses Can stay His lifted hand! When He makes known His pleasure, The counsel of His will, That, in its utmost measure, Will He at last fulfill. 4 Hope on them, weak believer, Hope on, and falter not! He will thy soul deliver From deeps of troubled thought. Thy graces will He nourish, With hope thy heart employ, Till faith and hope shall flourish And yield their fruits of joy. 5 Well blest, His grace receiving, God owns thee for a son! With joy, and with thanksgiving, Behold the victor's crown! Thy hand the palm-branch raises,-- God gives it thee to bear;-- Then sing aloud His praises, Who has removed thy care. 6 The sorrows, Lord, that try us, O bring them to an end! With needed strength supply us! Thy love to us commend! That we, till death pursuing Thy best, Thy chosen way, May then, our life renewing, Praise Thee in endless day. Languages: English

Why should sorrow ever grieve me?

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a420 (1895) Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 Why should sorrow ever grieve me? Christ is near, What can here E’er of Him deprive me? Who can rob me of my heaven That God’s Son, As mine own, To my faith hath given? 2 God oft gives me days of gladness, Shall I grieve If He give Seasons too of sadness? God is good, and tempers ever Every hurt; Me desert Wholly can He never. 3 What is all this life possesseth? But a hand Full of sand That the heart distresseth. Noble gifts that tire me never, Christ so free There gives me To enjoy forever. 4 Shepherd! Lord! joy's fountain ever, Thou art mine, I am Thine, No one can us sever. I am thine because Thou gavest Life and blood For my good, By Thy death me savest. 5 Thou art mine, I love and own Thee, Ne'er shall I, Light of joy, From my heart dethrone Thee. Let me, let me Soon behold Thee Face to face; Thy embrace, May it soon enfold me! Languages: English

Who knows how near my life's expended?

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a430 (1895) Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 Who knows how near my life's expended? Time flies, and death is hasting on: How soon, my term of trial ended, May heave my lat expiring groan! For Jesus' sake, when flesh shall fail, O God, with we may all be well! 2 My many sins! O veil them over With merits of Thy dying Son! I here Thy richest grace discover, Here find I peace, and here alone; And for His sake, when flesh shall fail, O God, with me may it be well! 3 His bleeding wounds give me assurance That Thy free mercy will abide; Here strength I find for death's endurance, And hope for all I need beside: For Jesus' sake, when flesh shall fail, O God, with me may it be well! 4 Naught shall my soul from Jesus sever, Nor life, nor death; things high nor low: I take Him as my Lord forever, My future trust, as He is now; And for His sake, when flesh shall fail, O God, with me may it be well. Languages: English

When my last hour is close at hand

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a435 (1895) Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand, And I must hence betake me, Do Thou, Lord Jesus, by me stand, Nor let Thine aid 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 I will cleave to Thee the more, Though they the sands outnumber; I will remember Thou didst die, Will think on Thy most bitter cry; Thy sufferings shall uphold me. 3 That was graft into the Vine, Hence will I comfort borrow; For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine Through fear, and pain, and sorrow; Yea, though I die, I die to Thee: For Thou through death didst win for me The right to life eternal. 4 Since Thou didst leave the grave again, It cannot be my dwelling: Thou art in heaven, this soothes my pain, All fear of death dispelling; For Thou wilt have me where Thou art, And so with joy can I depart, To be with Thee forever. 5 To Thee I now stretch out mine arms, And gladly hence betake me; I sleep at peace from all alarms, 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. Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a437 (1895) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Christian Life and Hope Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light, My Strength by day, my Trust by night, On earth I'm but a passing guest, And sorely by my sins oppressed. 2 Far off I see my fatherland, Where through Thy grace I hope to stand; But ere I reach that Paradise A weary way before me lies. 3 My heart sinks at the journey's length, My wasted flesh has little strength; Only my soul still cries in me, Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee. 4 O let Thy sufferings give me power To meet the last and darkest hour; Thy cross the staff whereon I lean, My couch the grave where Thou hast been. 5 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just, I take my homeward way in trust; The gates of heav'n, Lord, open wide, When here I may no more abide. 6 And when the last great day is come And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom, Let me with joy behold the light, And set me then upon Thy right. 7 Renew this wasted flesh of mine, That like the sun it there may shine Among the angels pure and bright, Yea, like Thyself in glorious light. 8 Then I shall have my heart's desire, When, singing with the angels' choir, Among the ransomed of Thy grace, Forever I behold Thy face. Languages: English