Collection of Sacred Hymns, 1835

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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“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,
Shall lie as low as ours.”
 
3 Great God! is this our certain doom!
And are we still secure!
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepar’d no more!
 
4 Grant us the pow’r of quick’ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We’ll rise above the sky.
 
Hymn 88 • Why do we mourn for dying friends
HYMN 88. C. M.
 
1 Why do we mourn for dying friends,
Or shake at death’s alarms?
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.
 
2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
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“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,
Shall lie as low as ours.”
 
3 Great God! is this our certain doom!
And are we still secure!
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepar’d no more!
 
4 Grant us the pow’r of quick’ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We’ll rise above the sky.
 
Hymn 88 • Why do we mourn for dying friends
HYMN 88. C. M.
 
1 Why do we mourn for dying friends,
Or shake at death’s alarms?
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.
 
2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
  [p. 118]
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