1 Sov'reign of life! before thine eye,
Lo, mortal men by thousands die!
One glance from thee at once brings down
The proudest brown that wears a crown!
2 Banish'd at once from human sight,
To the dark grave's unchanging night,
Imprison'd in that dusty bed,
We hide our solitary head.
3 The friendly band no more shall greet,
(Accents familiar once, and sweet!)
No more the well-known features trace,
No more renew the fond embrace.
4 Yet, if our Father's faithful hand
Conduct us thro' this gloomy land,
Our souls with pleasure shall obey,
And follow where he leads the way.
5 He, nobler friends than here we leave,
In brighter, surer worlds, can give;
Or, by the beamings of his eye,
A lost creation well supply.
Source: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #CXL