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Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #154b (1786) Topics: Psalm for Funeral; Psalm for Funeral First Line: Remember Lord, our mortal state Lyrics: 1 Remember Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our life, how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from disease, secure from death.
2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
"Must death for ever rage and reign!
"Or hast thou made mankind in vain."
3 Where is thy promise to the just?
Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honour of thy word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English
Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm
Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #154b (1790) Topics: Psalm for Funeral; Psalm for Funeral First Line: Remember Lord, our mortal state Lyrics: 1 Remember Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our life, how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from disease, secure from death.
2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
"Must death for ever rage and reign!
"Or hast thou made mankind in vain."
3 Where is thy promise to the just?
Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honour of thy word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English
Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm
Mortailty and Hope; A Funeral Psalm
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #156 (1740) Topics: Funeral psalm; Psalm for a funeral First Line: Remember, Lord, our mortal State Lyrics: 1 Remember, Lord, our mortal State,
How frail our Life, how short the Date!
Where is the Man that draws his Breath
Safe from Disease, secure from Death?
2 Lord, while we see whole Nations die,
Our Flesh and Sense repine and cry,
"Must Death for ever rage and reign!
"Or hast thou made Mankind in vain?"
3 Where is thy Promise to the Just?
Are not thy Servants turn'd to Dust?
But Faith forbids these mournful Sighs,
And sees the sleeping Dust arise.
4 That glorious Hour, that dreadful Day,
Wipes the Reproach of Saints away,
And clears the Honour of thy Word:
Awake our Souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English
Mortailty and Hope; A Funeral Psalm
Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #164b (1786) Topics: Psalm for Funeral; Psalm for Funeral First Line: Remember Lord, our mortal state Lyrics: 1 Remember Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our life, how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from disease, secure from death.
2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
"Must death for ever rage and reign!
"Or hast thou made mankind in vain."
3 Where is thy promise to the just?
Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honour of thy word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English
Mortality and Hope: A Funeral Psalm
Funeral Mass
Hymnal: RitualSong (2nd ed.) #210 (2016) Topics: Rites of the Church Order of Christian Funerals; Funeral Mass Languages: English
Funeral Mass
Funeral occasions
Author: Trivetts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXXIII (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions First Line: Death, as a sleep or gentle doze Lyrics: 1 Death as a sleep or gentle dos,
Does every weary saint compose
Lays all its pain, and griefs remove,
Conveys the Soul to worlds above.
2 Where all its sigs and mournful cries,
With pained heart; and flowing eyes,
Are chang'd for pleasures lasting sweet
Nor can it more with sorrow meet.
3 Blest in the lamb's embrace it lies,
Praising its God above the sies;
In sparkling robes of glory bright,
Transporting joys and pure delight.
4 Thus with the growing concert join,
And seraphs in musick divine
'Tis rapture almost ravishing,
To hear the charming notes they sing.
5 Nor can those joys sublime be less,
They'r flowing streams of perfect bliss
Yet parents and relations dear,
Are loth their loving friend to spare. Languages: English
Funeral occasions
A funeral hymn, at the interment of the body
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCLXIV (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Funeral First Line: Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb Lyrics: 1 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to they trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To seek a slumber in the dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
And angels watch his soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept; God's dying son
Pass'd through the grave and blest the bed;
Rest here blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break and pierce the shade.
4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn,
Attend O earth! his sov'reign word;
Restore thy trust, a glorious form;
He must ascend to meet his Lord. Languages: English
A funeral hymn, at the interment of the body
At the funeral of a young person
Author: Steele Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DLVII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Funeral Of a young person First Line: When blooming youth is snatch'd away Lyrics: 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, imprest
With awful power—I too must die,—
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene
May ev'ry heart obey;
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.
6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour. Languages: English
At the funeral of a young person
A funeral Thought
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XCVII (1791) Topics: Funeral Hymns First Line: Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound
A funeral Thought
A funeral Thought
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #XCVII (1801) Topics: Funeral Hymns First Line: Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound Languages: English
A funeral Thought
A funeral hymn, at the interment of the body
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCLXIV (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Funeral First Line: Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb Lyrics: 1 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to they trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To seek a slumber in the dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
And angels watch his soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept; God's dying son
Pass'd through the grave and blest the bed;
Rest here blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break and pierce the shade.
4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn,
Attend O earth! his sov'reign word;
Restore thy trust, a glorious form;
He must ascend to meet his Lord. Languages: English
A funeral hymn, at the interment of the body
A Funeral Thought
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCXXV (1790) Topics: Funeral Occasions First Line: Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the tombs 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 tow'rs;
"The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
"Must lie as low as ours."
3 Great GOD! is this our certain doom!
And are we still secure!
Still walking downward to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more!
4 Grant us the pow'rs of quickning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky. Languages: English
A Funeral Thought
Man Mortal and God Eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #158 (1740) Topics: Funeral psalm First Line: Through every Age, eternal GOD Lyrics: 1 Through every Age, eternal GOD,
Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode;
High was thy Throne e'er Heav'n was made,
Or Earth, thy humble Footstool, laid.
2 Long hadst thou reign'd e'er Time began,
Or Dust was fashion'd to a Man,
And long thy Kingdom shall endure,
When Earth and Time shall be no more.
3 But Man, weak Man, is born to die,
Made up of Guilt and Vanity;
Thy dreadful Sentence, Lord, was just,
Return, ye sinners, to your Dust.
4 [A Thousand of our Years amount
Scarce to a Day in thine Account.
Like Yesterday's departed Light,
Or the last Watch of ending Night.]
Pause.
5 [Death, like an overflowing Stream,
Sweeps us away; our Life's a Dream,
An empty Tale; a morning Flow'r,
Cut down and wither'd in an Hour.
6 [Our Age to seventy Years is set;
How short the Term! How frail the State!
And if to Eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh and groan than live.
7 But O! how oft thy Wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected Years!
Thy Wrath awakes our humble Dread;
We fear that Pow'r that strikes us dead.]
8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is Man;
And kindly lengthen out our Span,
'Till a wise Care of Piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee.
Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English
Man Mortal and God Eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral
Funeral Mass
Hymnal: Worship (3rd ed.) #160 (1986) Topics: Funeral Mass Languages: English
Funeral Mass
Farewell! (A Funeral Dirge)
Author: Charles P. Jones Hymnal: His Fullness Songs #456 (1977) Topics: Funeral First Line: Farewell! farewell! farewell! Lyrics: 1 Farewell! farewell! farewell!
O loved one, long farewell!
Thy heart is chilled in death,
Gone is thy fleeting breath,
Thine arms all pow'rless lie,
And closed thy beaming eye.
Alas, beloved, Thou'rt gone,
Death claims thee for his own!
Farewell! farewell! farewell!
Farewell! farewell! farewell!
2 Farewell! farewell! farewell!
Brother in grace, farewell!
Thy work of life is o'er,
Thou'rt gone to yonder shore,
Passed on the solemn bourne,
Whence none e'er more return,
Land where the pris'ners rest,
Where troubles all have ceas'd;
Farewell! farewell! farewell!
Farewell! farewell! farewell!
3 Farewell! farewell! farewell!
But only short farewell!
We're all for Death's land bound,
Others will soon come 'round,
And bid us sad farewell!
How soon there's none can tell!
Belov'd, we'll meet thee soon!
We're passing one by one;
O then a short farewell!
O then a short farewell! Scripture: Job 14 Languages: English Tune Title: [Farewell! farewell! farewell]
Farewell! (A Funeral Dirge)
My never ceasing Songs shall show
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P89b (1766) Topics: Funeral psalm; Psalm for a funeral; Funeral psalm; Psalm for a funeral Lyrics: 1 My never ceasing Songs shall show
The Mercies of the Lord;
And make succeeding Ages know
How faithful is his Word.
2 The sacred Truths his Lips pronounce
Shall firm as Heav'n endure;
And if he speak a Oromise once,
Th' eternal Grace is sure.
3 How long the Race of David held
The promis'd Jewish Throne!
But there's a nobler Cov'nant seal'd
To David's greater Son.
4 His Seed for ever shall possess
A Throne above the Skies;
The meanest Subjects of his Grace
Shall to that Glory rise.
5 Lord GOD of Hosts, thy wond'rous Ways
Are sung by Saints above;
And Saints on Earth their Honours raise
To thy unchanging Love. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English
My never ceasing Songs shall show
The Faithfulness of GOD
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #153a (1740) Topics: Funeral psalm; Psalm for a funeral; Funeral psalm; Psalm for a funeral First Line: My never ceasing Songs shall show Lyrics: 1 My never ceasing Songs shall show
The Mercies of the Lord;
And make succeeding Ages know
How faithful is his Word.
2 The sacred Truths his Lips pronounce
Shall firm as Heav'n endure;
And if he speak a Oromise once,
Th' eternal Grace is sure.
3 How long the Race of David held
The promis'd Jewish Throne!
But there's a nobler Cov'nant seal'd
To David's greater Son.
4 His Seed for ever shall possess
A Throne above the Skies;
The meanest Subjects of his Grace
Shall to that Glory rise.
5 Lord GOD of Hosts, thy wond'rous Ways
Are sung by Saints above;
And Saints on Earth their Honours raise
To thy unchanging Love. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English
The Faithfulness of GOD
Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #156 (1786) Topics: Funeral psalm; Psalm for Funeral; Funeral psalm; Psalm for Funeral First Line: Thro' every age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' every age, eternal God,
Thou art our rest, our safe abode:
High was thy throne ere heaven was made,
Or earth thy humble foot-stool laid.
2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began,
Or dust was fashion'd to a man;
And long thy kingdom shall endure
When earth and time shall be no more.
3 But man, weak man, is born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity:
Thy dreadful sentence, Lord was just,
"Return ye sinners, to your dust."
4 [A thousand of our years amount
Scarce to a day in thine account,
Like yesterday's departed light;
Or the last watch of ending night.
Pause.
5 Death like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream;
An empty tale; a morning flower,
Cut down and wither'd in an hour.]
6 [Our age to seventy years is set;
How short the time! how frail the state!
And if to eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh, and groan than live.
7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected years!
Thy wrath awakes our humble dread!
We fear the power that strikes us dead.]
8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
'Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English
Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal
Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #156 (1790) Topics: Funeral psalm; Psalm for Funeral; Funeral psalm; Psalm for Funeral First Line: Thro' every age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' every age, eternal God,
Thou art our rest, our safe abode:
High was thy throne ere heaven was made,
Or earth thy humble foot-stool laid.
2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began,
Or dust was fashion'd to a man;
And long thy kingdom shall endure
When earth and time shall be no more.
3 But man, weak man, is born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity:
Thy dreadful sentence, Lord was just,
"Return ye sinners, to your dust.
4 [A thousand of our years amount
Scarce to a day in thine account.
Like yesterday's departed light;
Or the last watch of ending night.
Pause.
5 Death like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream;
An empty tale; a morning flower,
Cut down and wither'd in an hour.]
6 [Our age to seventy years is set;
How short the time! how frail the state!
And if to eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh, and groan than live.
7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected years!
Thy wrath awakes our humble dread!
We fear the power that strikes us dead.]
8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
'Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English
Man Mortal, and GOD Eternal
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