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When my last hour is close at hand
Author: N. Hermann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #582 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand,
Lord Jesus Christ, attend me;
Beside my bed, my Savior, stand,
To comfort, help, defend me:
Into thy hands I will commend
My trembling soul at my last end,--
How safe in Thy sweet keeping!
2 Countless as sands upon the shore,
My sins are thronging round me;
But though they grieve and wound me sore,
They cannot yet confound me;
My sins are numberless, I know,
But o'er them all thy blood doth flow,
Thy wounds and death uphold me.
3 Lord, Thou hast joined my soul to Thine,
In bonds no power can sever;
Grafted in Thee, the living vine,
I shall be Thine for ever:
Lord, when I die, I die to Thee,
Thy precious death hath won for me
A life that never endeth.
4 Since Thou hast risen from the grave,
The grave cannot detain me;
"Christ died,"--"Christ rose again" to save,
These words shall still sustain me;
For where Thou art, there I shall be,
That I may ever live with Thee:
This is my joy in dying.
5 To Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, I will
With arms outstretched betake me;
I sleep in Thee--so sound--so still,
No mortal man can wake me!
For Jesus Christ, God's Son, I wait
To open me the heavenly gate,
Which leads to life eternal. Topics: The Last Things Preparation for Death; The Last Things Preparation for Death Tune Title: [When my last hour is close at hand]
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
Author: N. Hermann Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #193 (1863) Lyrics:
When my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Do Thou, Lord Jesus, by me stand,
Nor let Thine aid forsake me;
To Thy blest hands I now commend
My soul, at this my earthly end,
And Thou wilt safely keep it.
My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber,
But I will cleave to Thee the more,
Though they the sands outnumber;
I will remember Thou didst die,
Will think on Thy most bitter cry,
Thy sufferings shall uphold me.
That I was graft into the Vine,
Hence will I comfort borrow;
For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine
Through fear, and pain, and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee,
And Thou through death didst win for me
The right to life eternal.
Since Thou didst leave the grave again,
It cannot be my dwelling;
Thou art in heaven--this soothes my pain,
All fear of death dispelling,
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy I can depart
To be with Thee for ever.
To Thee I now stretch out mine arms,
And gladly hence betake me;
I sleep at peace from all alarms,
No human voice can wake me.
But Christ is with me through the strife,
And He will bear me into life,
And open heaven before me.
Languages: English
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
Hymnal: Christian Hymns #231 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand,
My last sad journey taken,
Do Thou, Lord Jesus, by me stand,
Let me not be forsaken.
O Lord, my spirit I resign
Into Thy loving hands divine;
'Tis safe within Thy keeping.
2 My sins, O Lord, distress me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber;
Yet, though as sands upon the shore
My sins may be in number,
I will not quail, but think of Thee,
Thy death, Thy sorrows borne for me,
And thus find strength and comfort.
3 Since Thou from death didst rise again,
In death Thou wilt not leave me;
Lord, Thy ascension soothes my pain,
No fear of death shall grieve me:
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And thus with joy I can depart,
To be with Thee forever.
4 And so to Jesus Christ I'll go,
My longing arms extending;
So fall asleep in slumber deep,
Slumber that knows no ending,
Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Opens the gates of bliss, leads on
To heaven, to life eternal. Languages: English Tune Title: WHEN MY LAST HOUR IS CLOSE AT HAND
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a435 (1895) Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Do Thou, Lord Jesus, by me stand,
Nor let Thine aid forsake me;
To Thy blest hands I now commend
My soul, at this my earthly end,
And Thou wilt safely keep it.
2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber;
But I will cleave to Thee the more,
Though they the sands outnumber;
I will remember Thou didst die,
Will think on Thy most bitter cry;
Thy sufferings shall uphold me.
3 That was graft into the Vine,
Hence will I comfort borrow;
For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine
Through fear, and pain, and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee:
For Thou through death didst win for me
The right to life eternal.
4 Since Thou didst leave the grave again,
It cannot be my dwelling:
Thou art in heaven, this soothes my pain,
All fear of death dispelling;
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy can I depart,
To be with Thee forever.
5 To Thee I now stretch out mine arms,
And gladly hence betake me;
I sleep at peace from all alarms,
No human voice can wake me.
But Christ is with me through the strife,
And He will bear me into life,
And open heaven before me. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Contemplation of Death Languages: English
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
Author: N. Heermann Hymnal: Hymn Book #115 (1884) Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Lord Jesus Christ, beside me stand,
Nor let Thy help forsake me.
To Thee my soul I now commit,
And safely Thou wilt cherish it,
Until again Thou wake me.
2 Conscience will sting my memory sore,
And guilt my heart encumber;
Yet though as sands upon the shore
My sins may be in number.
I will not quail, but think of Thee,
Thy death, Thy sorrows, borne for me
And sink in peace to slumber.
3 I have been grafted in the Vine,
And thence my comfort borrow;
And surely, Thou wilt keep me Thine
Through utmost pain and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee,
Who through Thy death hast won for me
Heaven's bright eternal morrow.
4 Since Thou from death didst rise again,
In death Thou wilt not leave me;
Thy life declares my fears are vain,
And doubts no more shall grieve me;
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy can I depart,
And know Thou wilt receive me.
5 And so I stretch my arms to Thee,
Now, O Lord Jesus, take me!
Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be,
No human voice shall wake me;
But Thou wilt ope the heavenly door
To life and bliss forevermore,
Thou who dost ne'er forsake me.
Topics: Death Languages: English
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #385 (1893) Lyrics: 1 WHEN my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Lord Jesus Christ, beside me stand,
Nor let Thy help forsake me;
To Thy blest hands I now commend
My soul, at this my earthly end,
And Thou wilt safely keep it.
2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber;
But though as sands upon the shore,
My sins may be in number.
I will not quail, but think of Thee;
Thy death, Thy sorrow, borne for me,
Thy sufferings shall uphold me.
3 I have been grafted in the Vine,
And hence my comfort borrow,
For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine
Through fear, and pain, and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee,
Who through Thy death hast won for me
The right to life eternal.
4 Since Thou from death didst rise again,
In death Thou wilt not leave me;
Lord, Thy ascension soothes my pain,
No fear of death shall grieve me;
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy I can depart
To be with Thee forever.
5 And so I stretch mine arms to Thee,
And gladly hence betake me;
Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be,
No human voice can wake me.
But Christ is with me through the strife,
And He will bear me into life,
And open heaven before me. Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #435 (1880) Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Do Thou, Lord Jesus, by me stand,
Nor let Thine aid forsake me;
To Thy blest hands I now commend
My soul, at this my earthly end,
And Thou wilt safely keep it.
2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber;
But I will cleave to Thee the more,
Though they the sands outnumber;
I will remember Thou didst die,
Will think on Thy most bitter cry;
Thy sufferings shall uphold me.
3 That was graft into the Vine,
Hence will I comfort borrow;
For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine
Through fear, and pain, and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee:
For Thou through death didst win for me
The right to life eternal.
4 Since Thou didst leave the grave again,
It cannot be my dwelling:
Thou art in heaven, this soothes my pain,
All fear of death dispelling;
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy can I depart,
To be with Thee forever.
5 To Thee I now stretch out mine arms,
And gladly hence betake me;
I sleep at peace from all alarms,
No human voice can wake me.
But Christ is with me through the strife,
And He will bear me into life,
And open heaven before me. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Contemplation of Death Languages: English
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
Author: Nicolaus Herman; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #435 (1908) Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Do Thou, Lord Jesus, by me stand,
Nor let Thine aid forsake me;
To Thy blest hands I now commend
My soul, at this my earthly end,
And Thou wilt safely keep it.
2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber;
But I will cleave to Thee the more,
Though they the sands outnumber;
I will remember Thou didst die,
Will think on Thy most bitter cry;
Thy sufferings shall uphold me.
3 That was graft into the Vine,
Hence will I comfort borrow;
For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine
Through fear, and pain, and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee:
For Thou through death didst win for me
The right to life eternal.
4 Since Thou didst leave the grave again,
It cannot be my dwelling:
Thou art in heaven, this soothes my pain,
All fear of death dispelling;
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy can I depart,
To be with Thee forever.
5 To Thee I now stretch out mine arms,
And gladly hence betake me;
I sleep at peace from all alarms,
No human voice can wake me.
But Christ is with me through the strife,
And He will bear me into life,
And open heaven before me. Topics: Christian Life and Hope The Consummation: Contemplation of Death; Christian Life and Hope The Consummation: Contemplation of Death Languages: English Tune Title: STRASBURG (Herr, wie du willst, so schick's)
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #528 (1918) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Lord Jesus Christ, beside me stand,
Nor let Thy help forsake me;
To Thy blest hands I now commend
My soul, at this my earthly end,
And Thou wilt safely keep it.
2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore,
My conscience cannot slumber;
But though as sands upon the shore,
My sins may be in number,
I will not quail, but think of Thee;
Thy death, Thy sorrow, borne for me,
Thy sufferings shall uphold me.
3 I have been grafted in the Vine,
And hence my comfort borrow,
For Thou wilt surely keep me Thine
Through fear, and pain, and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee,
Who through Thy death hast won for me
The right to life eternal.
4 Since Thou from death didst rise again,
In death Thou wilt not leave me;
Lord, Thy ascension soothes my pain,
No fear of death shall grieve me;
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy I can depart
To be with Thee forever.
5 And so I stretch mine arms to Thee,
And gladly hence betake me;
Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be,
No human voice can wake me.
But Christ is with me through the strife,
And He will bear me into life,
And open heaven before me.
Topics: Death and Burial Languages: English
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand And I must
Author: Nikolaus Hermann; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: The Garland of Praise. 2nd ed. #ad141 (1923) Languages: English
When my last hour is close at hand And I must
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