185 A Funeral Hymn. 2 Come, see how Christians wail their dead; 3 Though once ye intermeddled not And heighten our triumphant noise. 4 With tears of joy our eyes o'erflow, At parting with our dearest friend; From us we gladly let her go To pleasures that shall never end. 5 We know in whom we have believed, To all who have their Lord received 6 Our sister's flesh shall turn to dust, Her sacred dust in hope shall sleep, The temple of the Holy Ghost The still indwelling God shall keep. 7 Triumphantly she laid it down, For time to waste, and worms devour; 8 A body natural it lies, A lifeless lump of mouldering clay; But spiritual it soon shall rise, No more to perish or decay. 9 This corruptible body soon 10 The terrible, all-conquering king II The sting of death, our sin, is gone, 12 God only doth the victory give; He shall our glorious flesh restore, His many sons to heaven receive, ANOTHER. I Thessalonians iv. 13, &c. 1 LET the world lament their dead, For our dead we cannot grieve; 2 We believe that Christ our Head A Funeral Hymn. Burst the barriers of the tomb; Death could Him no longer keep: Of those in Him that sleep. 3 God, who Him to life restored, Shall not sooner be brought home; 4 Jesus, faithful to His word, Shall with a shout descend; All heaven's host their glorious Lord Christ shall come with dreadful noise, Lightnings swift, and thunders loud, With the great archangel's voice, 5 First the dead in Christ shall rise; Shall be caught up to the skies, We shall meet Him in the air, All wrapt up to heaven shall be, Find, and love, and praise Him there To all eternity. 6 Who can tell the happiness This glorious hope affords ! Joy unutter'd we possess In these reviving words: 187 Happy while on earth we breathe, ANOTHER. I BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise, He for us the fight hath won. 2 Lo! the prisoner is released; All his warfare now is o'er, Grief and suffering are no more. 3 Yes, the Christian's course is run, Fought the fight, the work is done, A Funeral Hymn. 4 Join we then with one accord In the new, the joyful song; Absent from our loving Lord We shall not continue long : We shall quit the house of clay, We a better lot shall share, We shall see the realms of day, Meet our happy brother there! 5 Let the world bewail their dead, Let the unbelievers mourn, ANOTHER. 1 HARK, a voice divides the sky! Happy are the faithful dead; In the Lord who sweetly die, They from all their toils are freed. Jesus is their endless Rest. 2 Follow'd by their works they go Where their Head had gone before, Reconciled by grace below; Grace had open'd mercy's door: 189 |