9776. Come, Let Us Now Forget Our Mirth

1 Come, let us now forget our mirth,
And think that we must die:
What are our best delights on earth,
Compared with those on high?

2 A sad and sinful world is this,
Although it seems so fair;
But Heaven is perfect joy and bliss,
For God Himself is there.

3 Here all our pleasures soon are past,
Our brightest joys decay;
But pleasures there for ever last,
And can not fade away.

4 Here many a pain and bitter groan
Our feeble bodies tear;
But pain and sickness are not known,
And never shall be, there.

5 Here sins and sorrows we deplore
With many cares distressed;
But there the mourners weep no more,
And there the weary rest.

6 Our dearest friends when death shall call,
At once must hence depart;
But there we hope to meet them all,
And never, never part.

7 Then let us love and serve the Lord
With all our youthful powers,
And we shall gain this great reward,
This glory shall be ours.

Text Information
First Line: Come, let us now forget our mirth
Title: Come, Let Us Now Forget Our Mirth
Author: Jane Taylor
Meter: CM
Language: English
Source: Hymns for Infant Minds, 1809
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Name: TRIBULATION
Meter: CM
Key: F Major
Source: Patterson's Church Music by Robert Patterson, 1813
Copyright: Public Domain



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