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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

I sing my Saviour's wond'rous Death

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.CXIV (1766) Topics: Christ His Death, Victory and Kingdom Lyrics: 1 sing my Saviour's wond'rous Death, He conquer'd when he fell: 'Tis finished, said his dying Breath, And shook the Gates of Hell. 2 'Tis finished," our Emanuel cries, The dreadful Work is done; Hence shall his sov'reign Throne arise, His Kingdom is begun. 3 His Cross a sure Foundation laid For Glory and Renown, When through the Regions of the Dead He pass'd to reach the Crown. 4 Exalted at his Father's Side Sits our victorious Lord; To Heav'n and Hell his Hands divide The Vengeance or Reward. 5 The Saints, from his propitious Eye, Await their several Crowns And all the Sons of Darkness fly The Terrors of his Frowns. Languages: English

Courage in Death, and Hope in the Resurrection

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #27a (1740) Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Courage in death; Death courage in it First Line: When God is nigh, my Faith is strong Lyrics: Third Part: 1 When GOD is nigh, my Faith is strong, His Arm is my Almighty Prop: Be glad, my Heart; rejoice, my Tongue, My dying Flesh shall rest in Hope. 2 Though in the Dust I lay my Head, Yet, gracious GOD, thou wilt not leave My Soul for ever with the Dead, Nor lose thy Children in the Grave. 3 My Flesh shall thy first Call obey, Shake off the Dust, and rise on high; Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous Way Up to thy Throne above the Sky. 4 There Streams of endless Pleasure flow, And full Discov'ries of thy Grace, (Which we but tasted here below) Spread heav'nly Joys thro' all the Place. Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English

The Death and Resurrection of Christ

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #28 (1740) Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Courage in death; Death courage in it First Line: I set the Lord before my Face Lyrics: Second Part: 1 "I set the Lord before my face, "He bears my Courage up: "My Heart and Tongue their Joys express, "My Flesh shall rest in Hope. 2 ""My Spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave, "Where Souls departed are; "Nor quit my Body to the Grave "To see Corruption there. 3 "Thou wilt reveal the Path of Life, "And raise me to thy Throne: "Thy Courts immortal Pleasure give, "Thy Presence Joys unknown." 4 [Thus in the Name of Christ, the Lord, The holy David sung; And Providence fulfils the Word Of his prophetick Tongue. 5 Jesus, whom every Saint adores, Was crucify'd and slain; Behold the Tomb its Prey restores, Behold he lives again. 6 When shall my Feet arise and stand On Heav'n's eternal Hills? There sits the Son at GOD's Right-hand, And there the Father smiles.] Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English

The Sufferings and Death of Christ

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #41 (1786) Topics: Death and sufferings of Christ; Death and sufferings of Christ First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? (Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.) 2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliverance found: But I’m a worm, despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground. 4 With shaking head they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; In vain he trusts in God, they cry, Neglected and forlorn. 5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh, By thine Almighty word; And since I hung upon the breast My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my father hide his face When foes stand threatening round In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found? Pause. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, By foes encompass'd fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. 8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet, To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, And try to vex my heart. 9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heavenly Father bruise The son he loves so well? 10 My God, if possible it be, With-hold this bitter cup; But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. 11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought me down, Low as the dust of death. 12 Father, I give my spirit up, And trust it in thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English

The Sufferings and Death of Christ

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #41 (1790) Topics: Death and sufferings of Christ; Death and sufferings of Christ First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? (Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.) 2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliverance found: But I’m a worm, despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground. 4 With shaking head they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn: In vain he trusts in God, they cry, Neglected and forlorn. 5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh, By thine Almighty word; And since I hung upon the breast My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my father hide his face When foes stand threatening round In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found? Pause. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, By foes encompass'd fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. 8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet, To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, And try to vex my heart. 9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heavenly Father bruise The son he loves so well? 10 My God, if possible it be, With-hold this bitter cup; But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. 11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought me down, Low as the dust of death. 12 Father, I give my spirit up, And trust it in thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English

The Sufferings and Death of Christ

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.) #45b (1786) Topics: Death and sufferings of Christ; Death and sufferings of Christ First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? (Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.) 2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliverance found; But I’m a worm, despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground. 4 With shaking head they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; In vain he trusts in God, they cry, Neglected and forlorn." 5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh, By thine almighty word; And since I hung upon the breast My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my father hide his face When foes stand threatening round In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found? Pause. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, By foes encompass'd fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. 8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet, To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, And try to vex my heart. 9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heavenly Father bruise The son he loves so well? 10 My God, if possible it be, With-hold this bitter cup; But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. 11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought me down, Low as the dust of death. 12 Father, I give my spirit up, And trust it in thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English

The Sufferings and Death of Christ

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #45b (1787) Topics: Death and sufferings of Christ; Death and sufferings of Christ First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? (Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.) 2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliverance found; But I’m a worm, despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground. 4 With shaking head they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; In vain he trusts in God, they cry, Neglected and forlorn. 5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh, By thine almighty word; And since I hung upon the breast My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my father hide his face When foes stand threatening round In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found? Pause. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, By foes encompass'd fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. 8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet, To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, And try to vex my heart. 9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heavenly Father bruise The son he loves so well? 10 My God, if possible it be, With-hold this bitter cup; But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. 11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought me down, Low as the dust of death. 12 Father, I give my spirit up, And trust it in thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English

Why doth the Man of Riches grow

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P49a (1766) Topics: Death and pride; Death and Resurrection; Death of saints and sinners; Hope and despair in death; Resurrection and death of Christ Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Man of Riches grow, To Insolence and Pride, To see his Wealth and Honours flow, With ev'ry rising Tide? 2 [Why doth he treat the Poor with Scorn, Made of the self-same Clay, And boast as though his Flesh was born Of better Dust than they?] 3 Not all his Treasures can procure His Soul a short Reprieve, Redeem from Death one guilty Hour, Or make his Brother live. 4 [Life is a Blessing can't be sold, The Ransom is too high; Justice will ne'er be brib'd with Gold, That Man may never die.] 5 He sees the Brutish and the Wise, The Tim'rous and the Brave, Quit their Possessions, close their Eyes, And hasten to the Grave. 6 Yet 'tis his inward Thought and Pride, "My House shall ever stand; "And that my Name may long abide, "I'll give it to my Land." 7 Vain are his Thoughts, his Hopes are lost, How soon his Mem'ry dies! His Name is written in the Dust, Where his own Carcase lies.] Pause. 8 This is the Folly of their Way; And yet their Sons, as vain, Approve the Words their Fathers say, And act their Works again. 9 Men void of Wisdom, and of Grace, If Honour raise them high, Live like the Beast, a thoughtless Race, And like the Beast they die. 10 [Laid in the Grave like silly Sheep, Death feeds upon them there, Till the last Trumpet breaks their Sleep, In Terror and Despair.] Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English

Who knows how near my end may be?

Author: Emilie Juliana v. Schwarzburg-Rudolstadt; C. Winkworth Hymnal: Church Hymnal for Lutheran Services #115 (1911) Topics: Death And Eternity Lyrics: 1. WHO knows how near my end may be? Time speeds away, and death comes on; How swiftly, ah! how suddenly, May death be here, and life be gone! My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 2. The world that smiled when morn was come May change for me ere close of eve; So long as earth is still my home In peril of my death I live. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 3. Teach me to ponder oft my end, And ere the hour of death appears, To cast my soul on Christ, her Friend, Nor spare repentant cries and tears. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 4. And let me now so order all, That ever ready I may be To say with joy, Whate’er befall, Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 5. Let heav'n to me be ever sweet, And this world bitter let me find, That I, 'mid all its toil and heat, May keep eternity in mind. My God, for Jesus' sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 6. Then death may come, or tarry yet, I know in Christ I perish not, He never will His own forget, He gives me robes without a spot. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 7. And thus I live in God at peace, And die without a thought of fear, Content to take what God decrees, For through His Son my faith is clear, His grace shall be in death my stay, And peace shall bless my dying day. Languages: English