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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 towers;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours!”
Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to our tomb,
And yet prepared no more?
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.
---Alternative verses---
Hark! from the tombs a mournful sound:
Mine ears attend the cry;
Ye living men, come view the ground
"Where you must shortly lie.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound;
Mine ears, attend the cry;
“Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.
Grant us the power of quickening grace
To raise our souls to Thee,
That we may view thy glorious face
To all eternity.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1707
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 49:15;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 2005 | # 406 | | 1899 | # 587 | | | # 63 | | 1826 | # 189 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HAGUE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 587 | F |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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