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| Text: | A Funeral Thought |
I Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound,
My ears, attend the cry,
"Ye living men come view the ground
"Where you must shortly lie.
II "Princes, this clay must be your bed,
"In spite of all your tow'rs;
"The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
"Must lie as low as ours."
III Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure!
Still walking downward to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more!
IV 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 |
| Title: | A Funeral Thought |
| Meter: | Short Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1787 |
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