Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus,
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem.
I found yet another possible hymn for my funeral. Hearing it sung is quite moving, for the hymn is slow moving.
The hymn says everything I could ever wish for a funeral hymn of mine to say. The first stanza speaks of a passionate love of Christ, a very personal love. The second speaks of the cure that Christ brings - ending solidarity, humility, and hurt (though they be Christian virtues, Christ ends them with his all-consuming blazing love.) The third speaks of the desperare Christian situation - that people are nothing without Christ. Yet it is the final stanza that gives this hymn the power it needs - it speaks of the Christian death, and it is for this that I would love this hymn for my funeral in years to come.
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever 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, Saviour, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes are closed in death,
When I soar through tracts unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.