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Behold the path which mortals tread

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #CXXXVIII (1789) Lyrics: 1 Behold the path which mortals tread Down to the regions of the dead! Nor will the fleeting moments stay, Nor can we measure back our way. 2 From vital air, from cheerful light, To the cold grave's perpetual night; From scenes of duty, means of grace, Must I to God's tribunal pass. 3 Awake, my soul! thy way prepare, And lose in this each mortal care; With steady feet that path be trod, Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God. 4 Then shall I smile secure from fear, Tho' death should blast the rising year; And joy to meet the blissful shore, From whence I shall return no more. Topics: Life, Death, and a future State It is appointed unto all Men once to die Languages: English

Behold the path which mortals tread

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #H.XLIII (1792) Lyrics: 1 Behold the path which mortals tread Down to the regions of the dead! Nor will the fleeting moments stay, Nor can we measure back our way. 2 From vital air, from cheerful light, To the cold grave's perpetual night; From scenes of duty, means of grace, I must to God's tribunal pass. 3 Awake, my soul! thy way prepare, And lose in this each mortal care; With steady feet that path be trod, Which through the grave conducts to God. 4 Then shall I smile secure from fear, Though death arrest the circling year; And joy to meet the blissful shore, From whence I shall return no more. Topics: Funeral Languages: English

Behold the path which mortals tread

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #477 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Behold the path which mortals tread Down to the regions of the dead! Nor will the fleeting moments stay, Nor can we measure back our way. 2 Our kindred and our friends are gone; Know, O my soul, this doom thy own. Feeble as theirs thy mortal frame, The same thy way, thy home the same. 3 From vital air, from cheerful light, To the cold grave's perpetual night,— From scenes of duty, means of grace, Must I to God's tribunal pass! 4 Awake, my soul! thy way prepare, And lose in this each meaner care; With steady feet that path be trod, Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God. 5 Father! to thee my all I trust; And, if my flesh return to dust, 'Tis thy decree, I bless thy hand, And die resign'd to thy command. Topics: Death Languages: English