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A Prospect of the Resurrection

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CIX (1791) Topics: Death and Resurrection First Line: How long shall Death the Tyrant, reign Lyrics: 1 How long shall Death the Tyrant reign, And triumph o'er the just, While the rich Blood of Martyrs slain Lies mingled with the Dust? 2 When shall the tedious Night be gone? When will our Lord appear? Our fond Desires would pray him down, Our Love embrace him here, 3 Let Faith arise, and climb the Hills, And from afar descry How distant are his Chariot Wheels, And tell how fast they fly. 4 Lo, I behold the scatt'ring Shades, The Dawn of Heav'n appears, The sweet Immortal Morning spreads Its Blushes round the Spheres, 5 I see the Lord of Glory come, And flaming Guards around! The Skies divide to make him room, The Trumpet shakes the Ground. 6 I hear the Voice! "Ye Dead arise;" And lo, the Graves obey, And waking Saints with joyful Eyes Salute th' expected Day. 7 They leave the Dust, and on the Wing Rise to the middle Air, In shining Garments meet their King, And low adore him there. 8 O may my humble Spirit stand Amongst them cloth'd in white! The meanest Place at his Right Hand Is infinite Delight. 9 How will our Joy and Wonder rise, When our returning King Shall bear us homeward thro' the Skies On Love's triumphant Wing! Languages: English
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A Thought of Death and Glory

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CLXXXVI (1791) Topics: Death and Resurrection First Line: My Soul come meditate the Day Lyrics: 1 My Soul come meditate the Day, And think how near it stands, When thou must quit this House of Clay, And fly to unknown Lands. [2 And you mine Eyes, look down and View The hollow, gaping Tomb: This gloomy Prison waits for you, Whene'er the Summons come.] 3 Oh! could we die with those that die, And place us in their stead; Then would our Spirits learn to fly, And converse With the Dead: 4 Then should we see the Saints above In their own glorious Forms, And wonder why our Souls should love To dwell with mortal Worms. 5 How we should scorn these Clothes of Flesh, These Fetters, and this Load; And long for Ev'ning to undress, That we may rest with God. 6 We should almost forsake our Clay Before the Summons come, And pray, and wish our Souls away To their eternal Home. Languages: English
A Thought of Death and Glory
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A Thought of Death and Glory

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CLXXXVI (1801) Topics: On Death and Resurrection First Line: My Soul come meditate the Day Languages: English
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Death and immediate Glory

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLXXXVI (1791) Topics: Death and Resurrection First Line: There is a House not made with Hands Lyrics: 1 There is a House not made with Hands, Eternal and on High; And here my Spirit waiting stands, 'Till God shall bid it fly. 2 Shortly this Prison of my Clay Must be dissolv'd and fall; Then, O my Soul, with Joy obey Thy heav'nly Father's Call. 3 'Tis he, by his Almighty Grace, That forms thee fit for Heav'n; And, as an Earnest of the Place, Has his own Spirit giv'n. 4 We walk by Faith of Joys to come; Faith lives upon his Word; But while the Body is our Home, We're absent from the LORD. 5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy Grace, But we had rather see; We would be absent from the Flesh, And present, LORD, with thee. Scripture: 2 Corinthians 5:1 Languages: English
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Death and immediate Glory

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCLXXXVI (1801) Topics: On Death and Resurrection First Line: There is a House not made with Hands Scripture: 2 Corinthians 5:1 Languages: English
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Death

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCCIII (1801) Topics: On Death and Resurrection First Line: Vain Man thy fond Pursuits forbear Languages: English
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The death and burial of a saint

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCLX (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Saints Death of First Line: Why do we mourn departing friends? Languages: English
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Protecton from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and Deliverance

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCCXLVII (1801) Topics: On Death and Resurrection First Line: Ye Sons of Men, a feeble Race Languages: English
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The death and burial of a saint

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCLX (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Saints Death of First Line: Why do we mourn departing friends? Languages: English
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Why should we start and fear to die?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XXXI (1766) Topics: Death made easy by the Sight of Christ; Death Our Fear of it; Presence in Death 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, and dying Strife, Fright our approaching Souls away; Still we shrink back again to Life, Fond of our Prison, and our Clay. 3 O, 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
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