The Psalms of David ‎#II.LXIII

II.LXIII. 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 Spite of all your Tow'rs;
"The Tall, the Wise, the Reverend 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: Burial; Death prepared for; Funeral Thought

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