Ye careless sons of men be wise

1 Ye careless sons of men be wise!
Here view the corpse before your eyes;
The soul has left the house of clay,
And some where else she has her stay.

2 The world of spirits is her home,
There to remain till Christ shall come
To raise the body from the dust:
That of the wicked and the just.

3 The body laid into the tomb,
Has its remote and silent home;
Where darkness and destruction reign,
Till it is rais'd to life again.

4 But O, the soul that never dies,
Still waiting till the body rise;
Shall meet and join her former mate,
And share their everlasting ate.

5 How happy must such meeting be,
To meet the Saviour and to see:
That by her merits and his grace,
They find a better home and place.

6 But O, how gloomy is the thought!
To think that sinners must be brought
To stand and hear the Saviour say:
Depart from me, ye curs'd away.

7 Ye living then come take a view,
Remember ye are mortals too;
Seek ye the Lord and watch and pray!
Be ready for your dying day.

Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCXXII