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XXXVII. A solemn march we make

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.

Text Information
First Line: A solemn march we make
Language: English
Publication Date: 1801
Notes: Public Domain.
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