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Appears in 10 hymnals Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make, Towards the silent grave, A lodging all must quickly take, And carnal pleasure 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 I 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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A solemn march we make

Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Songs and Hymns #XXXVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make, Towards the silent grave, A lodging all must quickly take, And carnal pleasure 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 I 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. Languages: English

A solemn march we make

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXXVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make, Towards the silent grave, A lodging all must quickly take, And carnal pleasure 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 I 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. Languages: English