Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: Death 'tis a melancholy day
Topic: Funeral Hymns
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 220
Page Number: 194, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsDeath, 'tis a melancholy day,
To those that have no God;
When the poor soul is forc'd away,
To seek her last abode.
In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire and pain.
Awake and mourn ye heirs of hell,
Let stubborn sinners fear;
You must be driven from earth, and dwell
A long for ever there.
See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;
And thou, my soul, look downward too,
And sing recov'ring grace.
He is a God of sov'reign love,
That promis'd heav'n to me;
And taught my soul to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.
Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand.
Then come the joyful day,
Come death, and some celestial hand.
And bear my soul away.