The Voice of Praise ‎#880

880. 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 towers;
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 powers of quickening 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!
• Author: Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Job 3:19
• Topic: Life and Death; Voice from the Grave

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