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Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #262 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound, Mine ears, attend the cry; Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie, (Repeat previous line twice). Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie, (Repeat previous line). 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." (Repeat previous line twice). "The tall the wise the reverend head Must lie as low as ours." (Repeat previous line). 3. Great God, is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more! (Repeat previous line twice). Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more! (Repeat previous line). 4. Grant us the power of quickening grace, To fit our souls to fly; Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. (Repeat previous line twice). Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. (Repeat previous line). Languages: English Tune Title: PLENARY

Hark! from the Tombs a Doleful Sound

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2363 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR

Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns, Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scripture Collection #LXVI (1760) Lyrics: 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 spight of all your Tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend 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 Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace, to fit our Souls to fly; Then when we drop this dying Flesh, we'll rise above the Sky. Languages: English

Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scriptural Collection #LXVI (1765) Lyrics: 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 spight of all your Tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend 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 Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace, to fit our Souls to fly, Then when we drop this dying Flesh, we'll rise above the Sky. Languages: English

Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #HLXVI (1760) Lyrics: 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 spight of all your Tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend 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 Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace, to fit our Souls to fly, Then when we drop this dying Flesh, we'll rise above the Sky. Languages: English

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound!

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #XLVI (1789) Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound! My ears attend the cry! "Ye living men, come view the ground "Where ye must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your pow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downwards to our tomb, And yet prepare no more? 4 Then teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum Of our short days to mind; That to true wisdom all our hearts May ever be inclin'd. Topics: Blessings temporal and spiritual A Funeral Thought Languages: English

Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.LXIII (1766) Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound, Ny 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 Tow'rs; "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 Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace, To fit our Souls to fly; Then when we drop this dying Flesh, We'll rise above the Sky. Topics: Burial; Death prepared for; Funeral Thought Languages: English

Hark from the Tombs a doleful sound

Author: D. W. Hymnal: The Psalm-singer's amusement #61 (1781) Lyrics: Hark from the Tombs a doleful sound my Ears attend the cry! Ye living men come view the Ground where you must shortly lie Princes this Clay must by your Bed In spite of all your Towrs The tall the wise the Revrend Head Must lie as low as ours Princes this Clay must by your Bed In spite of all your Towrs The tall the wise the Revrend Head Must lie as low as ours Languages: English Tune Title: GOLGOTHA

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #428 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Topics: Death Languages: English

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #472 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 rev'rend head, "Must lie as low as our's." 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure? Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more! 4 Grant us the pow'r of quickening grace, To fit our souls to fly, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We’ll rise above the sky. Topics: Death Languages: English