LXV | Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scriptural Collection#LXVI | LXVII |
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 spight 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 quick'ning Grace,
to fit our Souls to fly,
Then when we drop this dying Flesh,
we'll rise above the Sky.
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First Line: | Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1765 |