Funeral hymns with full lyrics

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,That saved a wretch like me!I once was lost, but now am found,Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,And grace my fears relieved;How precious did that grace appearThe hour I first believed!

Through many dangers, toils and snares,I have already come;’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,His word my hope secures;He will my shield and portion beAs long as life endures.

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.When other helpers fail and comforts flee,Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,It is well, it is well with my soul.

Refrain: It is well with my soul,It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,Let this blest assurance control,That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!My sin, not in part but the whole,Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,Even so, it is well with my soul.

What a friend we have in Jesus,All our sins and griefs to bear!What a privilege to carryEverything to God in prayer!O what peace we often forfeit,O what needless pain we bear,All because we do not carryEverything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?Is there trouble anywhere?We should never be discouraged;Take it to the Lord in prayer.Can we find a friend so faithfulWho will all our sorrows share?Jesus knows our every weakness;Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden,Cumbered with a load of care?Precious Savior, still our refuge;Take it to the Lord in prayer.Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?Take it to the Lord in prayer!In His arms He’ll take and shield thee;Thou wilt find a solace there.

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 God, to Thee,Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,Darkness be over me, my rest a stone;Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear, steps unto heaven;All that Thou sendest me, in mercy given;Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Or if, on joyful wing cleaving the sky,Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee,Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

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 of sin the double cure,Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labors of my handsCan fulfill Thy law’s demands;Could my zeal no respite know,Could my tears forever flow,All for sin could not atone;Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,Simply to the cross I cling;Naked, come to Thee for dress;Helpless, look to Thee for grace;Foul, I to the fountain fly;Wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,When mine eyes shall close in death,When I soar to worlds unknown,See Thee on Thy judgment throne,Rock of Ages, cleft for me,Let me hide myself in Thee.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!What more can he say than to you he hath said,To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed;For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid:I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.”

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;For I will be near thee, thy troubles to bless,And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.”

“The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,I will not, I will not desert to his foes;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,I’ll never, no, never, no never forsake.”

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 of living water flow,My ransomed soul he leadeth,And, where the verdant pastures grow,With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,But yet in love he sought me,And on his shoulder gently laid,And home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death’s dark vale I fear no illWith thee, dear Lord, beside me;Thy rod and staff my comfort still,Thy cross before to guide me.

And so through all the length of days,Thy goodness faileth never;Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praiseWithin thy house for ever.

The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want;He makes me down to lieIn pastures green; He leadeth meThe quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again,And me to walk doth makeWithin the paths of righteousness,E’en for His own name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,Yet will I fear none ill;For Thou art with me, and Thy rodAnd staff me comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnishèdIn presence of my foes;My head Thou dost with oil anoint,And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my lifeShall surely follow me,And in God’s house forevermoreMy dwelling place shall be.

The Lord is my Shepherd; no want shall I know;I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed.

Through valley and shadow of death though I stray,Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear;Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;No harm can befall me, my Comforter near.

Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;I seek by the path which my forefathers trod,Through lands of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.

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 of thy throneThy saints have dwelt secure;Sufficient is thine arm alone,And our defence is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,Or earth received her frame,From everlasting thou art God,To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in thy sightAre like an evening gone;Short as the watch that ends the nightBefore the rising sun.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,Bears all its sons away;They fly, forgotten, as a dreamDies at the opening day.

Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Be thou our guard while life shall last,And our eternal home.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!O what a foretaste of glory divine!Heir of salvation, purchase of God,Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

Refrain: This is my story, this is my song,Praising my Savior all the day long;This is my story, this is my song,Praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;Angels descending bring from aboveEchoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Perfect submission, all is at rest;I in my Savior am happy and blest,Watching and waiting, looking above,Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain: When the roll is called up yonder,When the roll is called up yonder,When the roll is called up yonder,When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

On that bright and cloudless morning, when the dead in Christ shall rise,And the glory of his resurrection share;When his chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Let me labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,Let me talk of all his wondrous love and care;Then, when all of life is over, and my work on earth is done,And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

I need thee every hour,Most gracious Lord;No tender voice like thineCan peace afford.

Refrain: I need thee, O I need thee;Every hour I need thee;O bless me now, my Savior,I come to thee.

I need thee every hour,Stay thou near by;Temptations lose their powerWhen thou art nigh.

I need thee every hour,In joy or pain;Come quickly and abide,Or life is vain.

I need thee every hour,Teach me thy will;And thy rich promisesIn me fulfill.

Jesus, keep me near the cross,There a precious fountain,Free to all, a healing stream,Flows from Calvary’s mountain.

Refrain: In the cross, in the cross,Be my glory forever;Till my raptured soul shall findRest beyond the river.

Near the cross, a trembling soul,Love and mercy found me;There the Bright and Morning StarSheds its beams around me.

Near the cross! O Lamb of God,Bring its scenes before me;Help me walk from day to day,With its shadows o’er me.

Near the cross I’ll watch and wait,Hoping, trusting ever,Till I reach the golden strand,Just beyond the river.

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 my Savior, hide,Till the storm of life be past;Safe into the haven guide,O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none;Hangs my helpless soul on thee;Leave, ah, leave me not alone!Still support and comfort me:All my trust on thee is stayed,All my help from thee I bring;Cover my defenceless headWith the shadow of thy wing.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,Grace to cover all my sin;Let the healing streams abound,Make and keep me pure within.Thou of life the fountain art;Freely let me take of thee;Spring thou up within my heart,Rise to all eternity.

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,Pilgrim through this barren land;I am weak, but thou art mighty;Hold me with thy powerful hand:Bread of heaven,Feed me till I want no more.

Open now the crystal fountain,Whence the healing waters flow;Let the fiery, cloudy pillarLead me all my journey through:Strong Deliverer,Be thou still my strength and shield.

When I tread the verge of Jordan,Bid my anxious fears subside;Bear me through the swelling current;Land me safe on Canaan’s side:Songs of praisesI will ever give to thee.

Shall we gather at the river,Where bright angel feet have trod,With its crystal tide foreverFlowing by the throne of God?

Refrain: Yes, we’ll gather at the river,The beautiful, the beautiful river;Gather with the saints at the riverThat flows by the throne of God.

On the margin of the river,Washing up its silver spray,We will walk and worship ever,All the happy golden day.

Ere we reach the shining river,Lay we every burden down;Grace our spirits will deliver,And provide a robe and crown.

Soon we’ll reach the shining river,Soon our pilgrimage will cease;Soon our happy hearts will quiverWith the melody of peace.

There’s a land that is fairer than day,And by faith we can see it afar;For the Father waits over the wayTo prepare us a dwelling place there.

Refrain: In the sweet by and by,We shall meet on that beautiful shore;In the sweet by and by,We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

We shall sing on that beautiful shoreThe melodious songs of the blessed;And our spirits shall sorrow no more,Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

To our bountiful Father above,We will offer our tribute of praiseFor the glorious gift of His loveAnd the blessings that hallow our days.

Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin:The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed:To do the will of Jesus,—this is rest.

Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round:On Jesus’ bosom nought but calm is found.

Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away:In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.

Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown:Jesus we know, and he is on the throne.

Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours:Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

It is enough; earth’s struggles soon shall cease,And Jesus call us to heaven’s perfect peace.

Eternal Father, strong to save,Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,Who bidd’st the mighty ocean deepIts own appointed limits keep;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea.

O Savior, whose almighty wordThe winds and waves submissive heard,Who walkedst on the foaming deep,And calm amid its rage didst sleep;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea.

O Sacred Spirit, who didst broodUpon the chaos dark and rude,Who bidd’st its angry tumult cease,And gavest light, and life, and peace;O hear us when we cry to theeFor those in peril on the sea.

O Trinity of love and power!Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;From rock and tempest, fire and foe,Protect them wheresoe’er they go;Thus ever let there rise to theeGlad hymns of praise from land and sea.