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Death calls our friends, our neighbours, hence
Hymnal: SoP1792 #H.XLIV (1792) Lyrics: 1 Death calls our friends, our neighbours hence,
And none resist the fatal dart;
Continual warnings trike our sense —
And shall they fail to reach our heart?
2 That awful hour will soon appear,
(Swift on the wings of time it flies)
When all that pains or pleases here,
Shall vanish from our closing eyes.
3 Lord of our life, inspire our heart
With heav'nly ardour, grace divine;
Nor let thy presence e'er depart,
For strength, and life, and death, are thine.
4 O teach us the celestial skill,
Each awful warning to improve;
And while our days are short'ning still,
Prepare us for the joys above. Topics: Funeral Languages: English
Death calls our friends, our neighbours, hence
Erect your heads, eternal gates
Hymnal: SoP1792 #H.XV (1792) Lyrics: 1 Erect your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold to entertain
The King of Glory, see he comes
With his celestial train.
2 Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord for strength renown'd;
in battle mighty; o'er his foes
Eternal victor crown'd.
3 See flaming armies round him throng,
To guard him to the skies;
With loud hosannas on their tongue,
And triumph in their eyes.
4 In awful state, the conqu'ring God
Ascends his shining throne;
While tuneful Angels sound abroad,
The vict'ries he has won. Topics: Ascension Languages: English
Erect your heads, eternal gates
Father of mercy! hear our pray'r
Hymnal: SoP1792 #H.XXVIII (1792) Lyrics: 1 Father of mercy! hear our pray'r,
For those who aid us now,
Who ease our want, and sooth our care,
And teach us thee to know.
2 Each heart and hand that lends us aid,
Thou dost inspire and guide:
Nor is their bounty unrepaid,
Who for the poor provide.
3 Angels that high in glory dwell,
Thy love paternal share: –
The poor man weeping in his cell,
Is not beneath thy care.
4 The shining worlds above confess
Thy glories never fail:
Thy hands with modest beauty dress
The lillies of the vale.
5 Thou still shall be our grateful theme,
Thy praise we'll ever sing;
Our friends the kind refreshing stream,
But thou th' unfailing spring.
6 Jesus, thy sov'reign grace dispense,
From sin to set us free:
Through all the paths of innocence,
Oh! lead us up to thee. Topics: Charity to the Poor Languages: English
Father of mercy! hear our pray'r
From all that dwell below the skies
Hymnal: SoP1792 #H.XXXVII (1792) Lyrics: 1 From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's power arise;
Let the Redeemer's Name be sung,
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
I2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more. Languages: English
From all that dwell below the skies
From whence these direful omens round
Hymnal: SoP1792 #H.VI (1792) Lyrics: 1 From whence these direful omens round,
Which heav'n and earth amaze?
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?
2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
And nature sympathize!
The sun as darkest night be black!
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!
3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
His all-atoning blood!
Is this the Infinite? ’tis he,
My Saviour and my God!
4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me the death is borne;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn.
5 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
Break, Lord, the tyrant chain,
Oh save me, whom Thou cam’st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain!
Topics: Good Friday Languages: English
From whence these direful omens round
Hark, from the tomb a doleful sound!
Hymnal: SoP1792 #H.XLI (1792) Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the tomb a doleful sound!
My ears attend the cry;
"Ye living men, come view the ground,
"Where you must shortly lie.
2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed,
"In spite of all your pow'rs;
"The high, the wise, the rev'rend head,
"Must be as low as ours."
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downwards to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more?
4 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace,
To raise our souls on high;
That, when we drop this dying flesh,
We may ascend the sky! Topics: Funeral Languages: English
Hark, from the tomb a doleful sound!
Hark! my gay friends, that solemn toll
Hymnal: SoP1792 #H.XLII (1792) Lyrics: 1 Hark! my gay friends, that solemn toll
Speaks the departure of a soul;
'Tis gone – but where? there's none who knows,
Save God alone, to whom it goes.
2 Wise heav'n, to render search perplext,
Has drawn, 'twixt this world and the next,
A dark impenetrable screen,
All behind which is yet unseen! –
3 Well, let my sov'reign, if he please,
Lock up his marvellous decrees;
Why should I wish him to reveal
What he thinks wisest to conceal?
4 It is enough that I believe,
Heav'n's brighter far than we can conceive;
And they who make it all their care
To serve God here, shall see him there.
5 But O! what worlds shall I survey,
The moment that I leave this clay!
How sudden the surprise, how new!
Let it, my God, be happy too! Topics: Funeral Languages: English
Hark! my gay friends, that solemn toll
Have mercy, Lord, on me
Hymnal: SoP1792 #P.XVII (1792) Lyrics: 1 Have mercy, Lord, on me,
As thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.
2 Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin;
For I confess my crime and see
How great my guilt has been.
3 Make me to hear with joy
Thy kind forgiving voice;
That so the bones which thou hast broke,
May with fresh strength rejoice.
4 A broken spirit is
By God most highly priz'd;
By him a broken, contrite heart
Shall never be despis'd.
5 With hyssop purge me, Lord,
And so I clean shall be;
I shall with snow in whiteness vie,
When purify'd by thee.
Scripture: Psalm 51:1-3 Languages: English
Have mercy, Lord, on me
He dies, the friend of sinners dies
Hymnal: SoP1792 #H.IX (1792) Lyrics: 1 He dies, the friend of sinners dies;
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 Come, weep, ye saints, your tears are due,
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men;
He sheds his blood to make us free;
He dies, that we may live again.
4 Hymns of praise then let us sing, Hallelujah,
Unto Christ our heav'nly King, Hallelujah,
Who endur'd the cross and grave, Hallelujah,
Sinners to redeem and save. Hallelujah.
5 But the pains which he endur'd, Hallelujah,
Our salvation hath procur'd, Hallelujah,
Now he reigns above the sky, Hallelujah,
Where the Angels ever cry, Hallelujah. Topics: Good Friday Languages: English
He dies, the friend of sinners dies
He that has God his guardian made
Hymnal: SoP1792 #P.XXIV (1792) Lyrics: 1 He that has God his guardian made,
Shall, under the Almighty's shade,
Secure and undisturbed abide:
Thus to my soul of him I'll say,
He is my fortress and my stay,
My God, in whom I will confide.
2 His tender love and watchful care
Shall free thee from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence:
He over thee his wings shall spread,
And cover thy unguarded head;
His truth shall be thy strong defence.
3 No terrors that surprise by night
Shall thy undaunted courage fright,
Nor deadly shafts that fly by day;
Nor plague, of unknown rise, that kills
In darkness, nor infectious ills,
That in the hottest season stay. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-6 Languages: English
He that has God his guardian made
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