1 Heaven has confirmed the great decree,
That Adam's race mus die:
One general ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.
2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must quickly dwell;
Hark how the awful summons sounds
In every funeral knell!
3 Once you must die, and once for all;
The solemn purport weigh;
For know, that heaven or hell depends
On that important day.
4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see,
And every word, and every thought
Must pass his scrutiny.
5 O may I in the Judge behold
My Savior and my Friend,
And far beyond the reach of death,
With all his saints ascend.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799