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Numbering our Days

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 122 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: God of eternity! from thee Lyrics: 1 God of eternity! from thee Did infant time his being draw; Moments and days, and months and years, Revolve, by thy unvari'd law. 2 Silent and slow they glide away; Steady and strong the current flows; Lost in eternity’s wide sea, The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 Thoughtless and vain, our mortal race Along the mighty stream are borne On to their everlasting home,-- That country whence there's no return. 4 Yet while the shore on either side Presents a gaudy, flatt'ring show, We gaze, in fond amazement lost, Nor think to what a world we go. 5 Great source of wisdom! teach my heart To know the price of ev'ry hour; That time may bear me on to joys Beyond its measure and its pow'r.

Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 381 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: And must this body die? Lyrics: 1 And must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay? 2 Corruption, earth, and worms, Shall but refine this flesh, Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh. 3 God, my Redeemer, lives, And often, from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, Look heavenly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love; We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above. 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these, our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise With our immortal tongues.

On the Death of a parent

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 23 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: Though nature's voice you must obey Lyrics: 1 Though nature's voice you must obey, Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow, That hand, which takes your joys away, That sov'reign hand can heal your wo. 2 And while your mournful thoughts deplore The parent gone, remov'd the friend! With hearts resign'd,, his grace adore, On whom your nobler hopes depend. 3 Does he not bid his children come Thro' death's dark shades to realms of light! Yet, when he calls them to their home Shall fond survivors mourn their flight? 4 His work--here let your souls rely-- Immortal consolation gives: Your heav'nly Father cannot die, Th'eternal Friend forever lives. 5 O be that best of friends your trust; On his almighty arm recline; He, when your comforts sink in dust, Can give you comforts more divine.

Hope in the Resurrection

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 188 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Resurrection First Line: Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path Lyrics: 1 Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom, We soldiers of an injur'd King Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labors done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded o'er our silent dust The storms of life shall beat. 4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, The vital spark shall lie, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise To seek its kindred sky. 5 These ashes too, this little dust, Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise, and break The long and dreary sleep. 6 Then life's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays, And the long silent dust shall burst With shouts of endless praise.

The final Sentence and Misery of the Wicked

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 309 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: And will the Judge descend? Lyrics: 1 And will the Judge descend? And must the dead arise? And not a single soul escape His all-discerning eyes! 2 And from his righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound; And, through the numerous guilty throng, Spread black despair around? 3 "Depart from me, accurs'd, To everlasting flame, For rebel angels first prepar'd, Where mercy never came." 4 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day: When earth and heaven, before his face, Astonish'd shrink away? 5 But ere that trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead; Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound, What joyful tidings spread! 6 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of his cross, And find salvation there. 7 So shall that curse remove By which the Savior bled; And the last awful day shall pour His blessings on your head. Scripture: Matthew 25:41

The Grave

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 33 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Death First Line: The grave is now a favor'd spot Lyrics: 1 The grave is now a favor'd spot,-- To saints who sleep, in Jesus bless'd; For there the wicked trouble not, And there the weary are at rest. 2 At rest in Jesus' faithful arms; At rest as in a peaceful bed; Secure from all the dreadful storms, Which round this sinful world are spread. 3 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before To that inheritance divine! They labor, sorrow, sigh no more, But bright in endless glory shine. 4 Then let our mournful tears be dry, Or in a gentle measure flow; We hail them happy in the sky, And joyful wait our call to go. Scripture: Job 3:17

When, bending o'er the brink of life

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 95 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 When, bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling soul shall stand, Waiting to pass death's awful flood, Great God, at thy command! 2 When weeping friends surround my bed, And close my sightless eyes; When shatter'd by the weight of years This broken body lies: 3 When ev'ry long-lov'd scene of life Stands ready to depart; When the last sigh that shakes the frame Shall rend this bursting heart: 4 O, thou great Source of joy supreme, Whose arm alone can save, Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave! 5 Lay thy supporting gentle hand Beneath my sinking head; And, with a ray of love divine, Illume my dying bed! Scripture: 1 Samuel 15:32

In vain my fancy strives to paint

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 102 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint The moment after death; The glories that surround a saint, When yielding up his breath. 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks, We scarce can say, "He's gone!" Before the willing spirit takes Its mansions near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, To trace the spirit's flight; No eye can pierce within the veil Which hides the world of light. 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, Saints are completely blest; Have done with sin, and care, and wo, And with their Savior rest. 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, His face they always view; Then let us foll'wers be of them, That we may praise him too.

Anticipation of Heaven

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 160 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Judgment and Eternity First Line: Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart Lyrics: 1 Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care, And discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere Adorn the realms of peace. 3 The soul, from sin forever free, Shall mourn its pow'r no more; But, cloth'd in spotless purity, Redeeming love adore. 4 There on a throne, how dazzling bright, Th'exalted Saviour shines, And beams ineffable delight On all the heav'nly minds. 5 There shall the foll'wers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs, And endless honors to his name Employ their tuneful tongues. 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, Our feeble notes inspire; Till, in thy blissful course above, We join th'angelic choir.

That awful hour will soon appear

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 49 hymnals Topics: Consummation of Things Death Lyrics: 1 That awful hour will soon appear, Swift on the wings of time it flies When all that pains or pleases here, Will vanish from my closing eyes. 2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence, And none resist the fatal dart; Continual warnings strike my sense, And shall they fail to strike my heart? 3 Think, O my soul! how much depends On the short period of to-day: Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends, Be negligently thrown away? 4 Thy remnant minutes strive to use; Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r; And not in dreams and trifles lose This little, this important hour! 5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart With heav'nly ardor, grace divine; Nor let thy presence e'er depart, For strength, and life, and death are thine. 6 O teach me the celestial skill, Each awful warning to improve; And while my days are short'ning still, Prepare me for the joys above!