Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: I sing a song which doth belong
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: XC
Page Number: 115, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI sing a song, which doth belong
To all the human race,
Concerning death, which steals the breath,
And blasts the comely face.
Come listen all, unto my call,
Which I do sing to day;
For you must die as well as I,
And pass from thence away.
No human power can stop the hour,
Wherein a mortal dies-
A Cesar may be great to day,
Yet death will close his eyes.
Tho' some do strive and do arrive
To riches and renown,
Enjoying health and swim in wealth,
Yet death will bring them down.
Though beauty grace your comely face,
With roses white and red;
A dying fall will spoil it all,
For Absalom is dead.
Though you require the best attire,
Appearing fine and fair;
Yet death will come into the room,
And strip you of them there.
For princes high and beggars die,
And mingle with the dust;
The rich, the brave, the poorest slave,
The wicked and the just.