CCXXV. A Funeral Thought

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 rev'rend 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 quickning 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
Author: Dr. Watts
Publication Date: 1790
Meter: Common Metre
Topic: Funeral Occasions
Language: English
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