H.XLI. Hark, from the tomb a doleful sound!

1 Hark! from the tomb 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 spite of all your pow'rs;
"The high, the wise, the rev'rend head,
"Must be as low as ours."

3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downwards to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace,
To raise our souls on high;
That, when we drop this dying flesh,
We may ascend the sky!

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First Line: Hark, from the tomb a doleful sound!
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Funeral
Notes: Public Domain.
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