The Book of Worship ‎#428

428. Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Death

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