1 Why should this earth delight us so?
Why should we fix our eyes
On these low grounds, where sorrows grow,
And ev'ry pleasure dies ?
While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour;
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his pow'r.
Nature shall be dissolv'd and die;
The sun must end his race;
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Maker's face.
When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet's sound,
Shall call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?
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First Line: | Why should this earth delight us so? |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Judgment and the End of the World |
Notes: | Public Domain. |