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Thee we adore, Eternal Name!

Hymnal: BW1870 #475 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name! And humbly own to Thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we! 2 Our wasting lives are short'ning still, As months and days increase; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! Th'eternal state of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings. 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe Attends on every breath; And yet, how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death! 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road! And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Death anticipation of; Frailty of Man; Man frailty of Languages: English

And must this body die?

Hymnal: BW1870 #476 (1870) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 And must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the clay? 2 God, my Redeemer lives, And often, from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust, Till He shall bid it rise. 3 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, Look heavenly and divine. 4 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love; We would adore His grace below, And sing His power above. 5 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. Topics: Blessedness future, anticipated; Christians their life and experience; Death anticipation of; Frailty of Man; Hope in anticipation of death; Man frailty of; Resurrection of Men Languages: English

Why should we start and fear to die?

Hymnal: BW1870 #477 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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, the dying strife, Fright our approaching souls away: Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 Oh, 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. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Death anticipation of Languages: English

Beneath our feet and o'er our head

Hymnal: BW1870 #478 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Beneath our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given; Beneath us lie the countless dead, And far above in heaven. 2 Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze, And lurks in ev'ry flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril ev'ry hour. 3 Turn, sinner, turn: thy danger know: Where'er thy foot can tread, The earth rings hollow from below, And warns thee of her dead. 4 Turn, Christian, turn: thy soul apply To truths which hourly tell That they who underneath thee lie Shall live in heaven--or hell. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Death anticipation of; Wicked danger of the Languages: English

When, rising from the bed of death

Hymnal: BW1870 #479 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When, rising from the bed of death, O’erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, Oh, how shall I appear? 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought:-- 3 When Thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, Oh, how shall I appear! 4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with Thee; Thy nature is benign: Thy pard'ning mercy I implore For mercy, Lord, is Thine. 5 Oh, let Thy boundless mercy shine On my benighted soul! Correct my passions, mend my heart, And all my fears control. 6 And may I taste Thy richer grace, In that decisive hour. When Christ to judgment shall descend And time shall be no more. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Death anticipation of Languages: English

Oh, where shall rest be found

Hymnal: BW1870 #480 (1870) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oh, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years-- And all that life is love. 4 There is a death whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath: Oh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death! 5 Lord God of truth and grace! Teach us that death to shun: Lest we be driven from Thy face, And evermore undone. 6 Here would we end our quest; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love, the rest Of immortality. Topics: Christians their life and experience; Death anticipation of; Rest Languages: English

How blest the righteous when he dies!

Hymnal: BW1870 #481 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest! How mildly beam the closing eyes! How gently heaves th’expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o’er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And nought disturbs that peace profound Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright th’unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! 5 Life’s labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blest the righteous when he dies!" Topics: Righteousness Blessings of; Victory Languages: English

Palms of Glory, raiment bright

Hymnal: BW1870 #482 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Palms of Glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light; Priests, and kings, and conquerors, they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne, And proclaim in joyful psalms, Victory through His cross alone. 3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords-- "Take the kingdom; it is Thine, King of kings, and Lord of Lords." 4 Round the altar, priests confess, If their robes are white as snow, 'Twas the Saviour's righteousness, And His blood, that made them so. Topics: Victory Languages: English

Great is the Lord our God

Hymnal: BW1870 #483 (1870) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Great is the Lord our God, And let His praise be great; He makes the church His own abode, His most delightful seat. 2 In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress: How bright has His salvation shone Through all her palaces! 3 When kings against her join'd, And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind, They fled with hasty fear. 4 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where His own sheep have been. 5 In ev'ry new distress We’ll to His house repair; We’ll think upon His wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there. Topics: Reformation Festival Languages: English

Zion stands with hills surrounded

Hymnal: BW1870 #484 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Zion stands by hills surrounded-- Zion, kept by power divine; All her foes shall be confounded, Though the world in arms combine: Happy Zion, What a favored lot is thine! 2 In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee; Thou art precious in His sight: God is with thee— God, thine everlasting light. Topics: Reformation Festival Languages: English