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Text: | Death and Eternity |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
1 My thoughts, that often mount the skies,
Go, search the world beneath,
Where nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her sovereign, death.
2 The tyrant how he triumphs here*,
His trophies spread around!
And heaps of dust and bones appear
Thro' all the hollow ground.
3 Those skulls, what ghastly figures now!
How loathsome to the eyes!
These are the heads we lately knew
So beauteous and so wise.
4 But where the souls those deathless things,
That left their dying clay?
My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings,
And trace eternity!
5 O that unfathomable sea!
Those deeps without a shore!
Where living waters gently play,
Or fiery billows roar.
6 There we shall swim in heavenly bliss,
Or sink in flaming waves,
While the pale carcase breathless lies
Among the silent graves.
7 "Prepare us, Lord, for thy right hand,
"Then come the joyful day,
"Come, death, and some celestial band,
"To bear our souls away."
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My thoughts, that often mount the skies |
Title: | Death and Eternity |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | Death; Death: And eternity; Eternity: Death and eternity(1 more...) |
Source: | Dr. Watts's Lyric |