Appears in 94 hymnals Topics: Son equal with the Father Lyrics: 1 Death! 'Tis a melancholy Day,
To those that have no God,
When the poor Soul is forc'd away
To seek her last Abode.
2 In vain to Heav'n she lifts her Eyes,
But Guilt, a heavy Chain,
Still drags her downward from the Skies,
To Darkness, Fire and Pain.
3 Awake and mourn, ye Heirs of Hell,
Let stubborn Sinners fear;
You must be driv'n from Earth and dwell
A long For Ever there.
4 See how the Pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your Face;
And thou, my Soul, look downwards too,
And sing recov'ring Grace,
5 He is a God of sov'reign Grace,
That promis'd Heav'n to me;
And taught my Thoughts to soar above,
Where happy Spirits be.
6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy Right Hand,
Then come the joyful Day,
Come Death and some celestial Band,
To bear my Soul away.
Death! 'Tis a melancholy Day