Text: | Parting for Eternity |
1 A solemn march we make,
Towards the silent grave,
A lodging all must quickly take,
And carnal pleasures leave.
2 O what a striking scene,
In this cold grave appears,
A mortal turn'd to dust again,
Quite spun out all his years.
3 And we who now attend,
Must soon resign our breath,
God will the solemn summons send,
By dreadful ghastly death.
4 If myself the next should be,
That crumble with the dust;
My soul--what then becomes of thee?
Hast thou a lot with Christ?
5 Since I attended here,
My moments swiftly glide,
And death upon their wings they bear
A quick perpetual tide.
6 Now let me home return,
And strive my soul to save;
Lest I in hell should ever burn,
And, with the damned rave.
7 Jesus, despised friend,
I'll slight thy love no more;
Dear Saviour now that spirit send
Which I so griev'd before.
8 Then I'll prepare to meet,
My Jesus at his bar,
For ever worship at his feet,
And sing his praises there.
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First Line: | A solemn march we make |
Title: | Parting for Eternity |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |