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LXVI. Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound

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
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