1. Death, ’tis a melancholy day
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.
2. In vain to heav’n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies
To darkness, fire, and pain.
|First Line:||Death, 'tis a melancholy day|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1709)|
|Source:||Patterson's Church Music, 1813|