Funeral Hymns

Abide with me: Fast falls the even tide; The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail, And comforts flee, Help of the

Refrain;All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens,

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All through the night; Guardian angels God will lend thee All through the night; Soft the drowsy hours

Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the scepter, his the throne. Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone. Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion Thunder

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound! That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now I’m found; Was blind, but now I

You shall cross the barren desert, But you shall not die of thirst. You shall wander far in safety, Though you do not know the

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; Leave to your God to order and

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art. Thou my best Thought, by day

Beautiful valley of Eden! Sweet is thy noontide calm, Over the hearts of the weary, Breathing thy waves of balm.Beautiful valley of Eden, Home of

Beyond the sunset, O blissful morning, When with our Saviour Heav’n is begun. Earth’s toiling ended, O glorious dawning; Beyond the sunset When day is

Beyond the sunset’s radiant glow There is a brighter world, I know, Where golden glories ever shine,– Beyond the tho’t of day’s decline. Beyond the sunset’s

Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ’s abode. The Lord,

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea,

Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath, As we stand by the mystical stream In the valley and by the Dark river of death, And

God be with you till we meet again; By His counsels guide, uphold you, With His sheep securely fold you; God be with you till

Going home, going home, I’m just going home. Quiet-like, slip away- I’ll be going home. It’s not far, just close by; Jesus is the Door;

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father; There is no shadow of turning with Thee; Thou changest not, Thy compassion’s, they fail not; As

Guide me, O thou great redeemer, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand; Bread

O LORD my God! When I in awesome wonder Consider all the works Thy hand hath made; I see the stars, I hear the mighty

I am the Bread of life, He who comes to Me shall not hunger, He who believes in Me shall not thirst. No one can

I heard the voice of Jesus say, “Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.” I

I watch the sunrise lighting the sky, Casting its shadows near. And on this morning bright though it be, I feel those shadows near me.But

Immortal, invisible, God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blessèd, most glorious, the ancient of days, Almighty, victorious, Thy great name

In heavenly love abiding, no change my heart shall fear. And safe in such confiding, for nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me,

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountain green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And

Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O

Lead, kindly Light, amid th’encircling gloom, lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on! Keep

Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us O’er the world’s tempestuous sea; Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but

Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy, Whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy, Be there at our waking, and give us, we

Love Divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down, Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, thou

Love’s redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won. Lo, our Sun’s eclipse is o’er! Lo, he sets in blood no more! Vain the

Make me a channel of your peace. Where there is hatred let me bring your love; Where there is injury your pardon, Lord; And where

On the happy, golden shore, Where the faithful part no more, When the storms of life are o’er meet me there, Where the night dissolves

Morning has broken, Like the first morning, Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird; Praise for the singing, Praise for the morning, Praise for them

My God, accept my heart this day, And make it always Thine, That I from Thee no more may stray, No more from Thee decline. Before

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, nearer, my

Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom his world rejoices; Who from our

Now the green blade rises from the buried grain, Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain; Love lives again, that with the

O Love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, That in

On a hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross The emblem of suff’ring and shame And I love that old Cross where the dearest

Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. Under the shadow

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven, To the throne thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Evermore God’s praises sing. Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the

Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flowed, Be

The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended; The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We

The king of love my shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am his And he is mine for ever. Where streams

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me besides the still waters

Will your anchor hold in the storms of life, When the clouds unfold their wings of strife? When the strong tides lift, and the cables