1. Death, ’tis a melancholy day To those who have no God, When the poor soul is forced away, To seek her last abode. 2. In vain to heav’n she lifts her eyes, For guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her downward from the skies To darkness, fire, and pain.
Source: The Sacred Harp: the best collection of sacred songs, hymns, odes, and anthems ever offered the singing public for general use (1991 rev.) #29b