1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound!
My ears attend the cry:--
Ye living men! come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.
2 Princes! this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your towers;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more!
4 Grant us the powers of quickening grace
To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #880
|First Line:||Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound|
|Title:||A Funeral Thought|
Hark, from the tombs a doleful [warning] sound. I. Watts. [Burial.] first published in his Hymns & Sacred Songs, 1707 (edition 1709, Book ii., No. 63), in 4 stanzas of 4 lines, and entitled, "A Funeral Thought." Its use is mainly confined to America, where it is sometimes given as, “Hark, from the tombs a warning sound," as in the Baptist Praise Book, 1871.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)