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A solemn march we make
Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Songs and Hymns #XXXVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make,
Towards the silent grave,
A lodging all must quickly take,
And carnal pleasure leave.
2 O what a striking scene,
In this cold grave appears,
A mortal turn'd to dust again,
Quite spun out all his years.
3 And we who now attend,
Must soon resign our breath,
God will the solemn summons send,
By dreadful ghastly death.
4 If I the next should be,
That crumble with the dust;
My soul what then becomes of thee!
Hast thou a lot with Christ?
5 Since I attended here,
My moments swiftly glide;
And death upon their wings they bear,
A quick perpetual tide.
6 Now let me home return,
And strive my soul to save;
Lest I in Hell should ever burn,
And with the damned rave.
7 Jesus, despised friend,
I'll slight thy love no more;
Dear Saviour now that spirit send
Which I so griev'd before.
8 Then I'll prepare to meet,
My Jesus at his bar,
For ever worship at his feet;
And sing his praises there. Languages: English
A solemn march we make
A solemn march we make
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXXVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make,
Towards the silent grave,
A lodging all must quickly take,
And carnal pleasure leave.
2 O what a striking scene,
In this cold grave appears,
A mortal turn'd to dust again,
Quite spun out all his years.
3 And we who now attend,
Must soon resign our breath,
God will the solemn summons send,
By dreadful ghastly death.
4 If I the next should be,
That crumble with the dust;
My soul what then becomes of thee?
Hast thou a lot with Christ?
5 Since I attended here,
My moments swiftly glide,
And death upon their wings they bear,
A quick, perpetual tide.
6 Now let me home return,
And strive my soul to save;
Lest I in Hell should ever burn,
And with the damned rave.
7 Jesus, despised friend,
I'll slight thy love no more;
Dear Saviour now that spirit send
Which I so griev'd before.
8 Then I'll prepare to meet,
My Jesus at his bar,
For ever worship at his feet,
And sing his praises there. Languages: English
A solemn march we make
A solemn march we make
Hymnal: A New Selection of Hymns #CXXXIII (1813) Languages: English
A solemn march we make
A solemn march we make
Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the Use of Christians #d2 (1803) Languages: English
A solemn march we make
A solemn march we make
Hymnal: The African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymn Book #d2 (1837)
A solemn march we make
A solemn march we make
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the African Methodist Episcopal Church in America #d3 (1839) Languages: English
A solemn march we make
A solemn march we make
Hymnal: Hymns for the Use of the African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church. Impr. ed. #d3 (1858) Languages: English
A solemn march we make
A solemn march we make
Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the Use of Christians. 8th ed. #d4 (1806) Languages: English
A solemn march we make
A solemn march we make
Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians. 9th ed. #d4 (1812) Languages: English
A solemn march we make
Parting for Eternity
Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #110 (1803) First Line: A solemn march we make Lyrics: 1 A solemn march we make,
Towards the silent grave,
A lodging all must quickly take,
And carnal pleasures leave.
2 O what a striking scene,
In this cold grave appears,
A mortal turn'd to dust again,
Quite spun out all his years.
3 And we who now attend,
Must soon resign our breath,
God will the solemn summons send,
By dreadful ghastly death.
4 If myself the next should be,
That crumble with the dust;
My soul--what then becomes of thee?
Hast thou a lot with Christ?
5 Since I attended here,
My moments swiftly glide,
And death upon their wings they bear
A quick perpetual tide.
6 Now let me home return,
And strive my soul to save;
Lest I in hell should ever burn,
And, with the damned rave.
7 Jesus, despised friend,
I'll slight thy love no more;
Dear Saviour now that spirit send
Which I so griev'd before.
8 Then I'll prepare to meet,
My Jesus at his bar,
For ever worship at his feet,
And sing his praises there.
Languages: English
Parting for Eternity
