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Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow

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Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow,
Learn from me your certain doom;
Learn from me your fate tomorrow,
Dead--perhaps laid in your tomb!
See all nature fading, dying!
Silent all things seem to pine;
Life from vegetation flying,
Brings to mind "the mouldering vine."

See! in yonder forest standing,
Lofty cedars, how they nod!
Scenes of nature how surprising,
Read in nature nature's God.
Whilst the annual frosts are cropping,
Leaves and tendrils from the trees,
So our friends are early drooping,
We are like to one of these.

Hollow winds about me roaring,
Noisy waters round me rise;
Whilst I sit my fate deploring,
Tears fast streaming from my eyes
What to me is autumns's treasure
Since I know no earthly joy,
Long I've lost all youthful pleasure,
Time must youth and health destroy.

Source: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #87

Text Information

First Line: Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain



Instances (1 - 2 of 2)

The Sacred Harp #332


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