Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #715: Hark! From The Tombs A Doleful Sound

Hymn #714 Hymn #716

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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715 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

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 be your bed,

In spite of all your tow'rs;

The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head,

Must lie as low as ours.

Great God! is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure?

Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepared no more!

Grant us the gift of quick'ning grace

To fit our souls to fly;

Then when we drop this dying flesh,

We'll rise above the sky.

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