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'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #469 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope,
That when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home!
2 There shall my disimprison'd soul
Behold Him and adore;
Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more:
3 Shall see Him wear that very flesh
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, His merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.
4 Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear
The trumpet's quick'ning sound;
And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At His right hand be found.
5 These eyes shall see Him in that day,
The God that died for me!
And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to Thee!
6 If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,
What raptures must the Church above,
In Jesus' presence know. Languages: English
'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope
To Jesus, the crown of my hope
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #470 (1870) Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to His throne.
2 My Saviour, whom absent I love;
Whom not having seen, I adore"
whose name is exalted above
all glory, dominion, and power--
3 Dissolve Thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in Thee,
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.
4 When that happy era begins,
When array'd in Thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline--
5 Oh, then shall the veil be removed!
And round me Thy brightness be pour'd;
I shall meet Him whom absent I loved,
I shall see Whom unseen I adored.
6 And then, never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose.
Languages: English
To Jesus, the crown of my hope
I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #471 (1870) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,
Temptation without and corruption within:
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of salvation with penitent tears.
3 I would not live alway; no--welcome the tomb:
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom:
There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise
To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns?
5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet:
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. Languages: English
I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
They come, God's messengers of love
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #472 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 They come, God’s messengers of love,
They come from realms of peace above,
From homes of never-fading light,
From blissful mansions ever bright.
2 They come to watch around us here,
To soothe our sorrow, calm our fear;
And whisper to the faithful heart,
"O Christian soul, in peace depart."
3 Blest Jesus, Thou whose groans and tears
Have sanctified frail nature’s fears,
To earth in bitter sorrow weigh'd,
Thou didst not scorn Thine angel’s aid:
4 An angel guard to us supply,
When on the bed of death we lie:
And by Thine own almighty power,
Oh, shield us in the last dread hour.
Languages: English
They come, God's messengers of love
There is an hour when I must part
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #473 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 There is an hour when I must part
From all I hold most dear;
And life, with its best hopes, will then
As nothingness appear.
2 There is an hour when I must sink
Beneath the stroke of death;
And yield to Him who gave it first,
My struggling vital breath.
3 There is an hour when I must stand
Before the judgment-seat;
And all my sins, and all my foes,
In awful vision meet.
4 There is an hour when I must look
On one Eternity;
And nameless woe, or blissful life,
My endless portion be.
5 O Saviour, then in all my need
Be near, be near to me!
And let my soul, by steadfast faith,
Find life and heaven in Thee. Languages: English
There is an hour when I must part
My days are gliding swiftly by
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #474 (1870) Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and danger:
For now we stand on Jordan’s strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.
2 Our absent King the watchword gave,
"Let every lamp be burning;"
We look afar across the wave,
Our distant home discerning.
For now we stand on Jordan’s strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.
3 Should coming days be dark and cold,
We will not yield to sorrow,
For hope will sing with courage bold,
"There's glory on the morrow."
For now we stand on Jordan’s strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.
4 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise,
Each cord on earth to sever:
There--bright and joyous in the skies,
There--is our home forever:
For now we stand on Jordan’s strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover. Languages: English
My days are gliding swiftly by
Thee we adore, Eternal Name!
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #475 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name!
And humbly own to Thee
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!
2 Our wasting lives are short'ning still,
As months and days increase;
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.
3 Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th'eternal state of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.
4 Infinite joy, or endless woe
Attends on every breath;
And yet, how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!
5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road!
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God. Languages: English
Thee we adore, Eternal Name!
And must this body die?
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #476 (1870) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 And must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?
2 God, my Redeemer lives,
And often, from the skies,
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till He shall bid it rise.
3 Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heavenly and divine.
4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore His grace below,
And sing His power above.
5 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues. Languages: English
And must this body die?
Why should we start and fear to die?
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #477 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 Why should we start and fear to die?
What tim'rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away:
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
3 Oh, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd.
4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there. Languages: English
Why should we start and fear to die?
Beneath our feet and o'er our head
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #478 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christians their life and experience Lyrics: 1 Beneath our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given;
Beneath us lie the countless dead,
And far above in heaven.
2 Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze,
And lurks in ev'ry flower;
Each season has its own disease,
Its peril ev'ry hour.
3 Turn, sinner, turn: thy danger know:
Where'er thy foot can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead.
4 Turn, Christian, turn: thy soul apply
To truths which hourly tell
That they who underneath thee lie
Shall live in heaven--or hell. Languages: English
Beneath our feet and o'er our head
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