1 Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree,
That Adam's race mus die:
One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.
2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must quickly dwell;
Hark how the awful summons sounds
In ev'ry fun'ral knell!
3 Once you must die, and once for all;
The solemn purport weigh;
For know, that heav'n or hell depends
On that important day.
4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veil'd,
Must wake the Judge to see,
And ev'ry word, and ev'ry thought
Must pass his scrutiny.
5 O may I in the Judge behold
My Saviour and my Friend,
And far beyond the reach of death,
With all his saints ascend.
|First Line:||Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree|
|Title:||Death and judgment apponted to all|
|Topic:||Judgment: Appointed to all; Death: Appointed to all|