
Author: Jane Taylor Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9776 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Come, let us now forget our mirth,
And think that we must die:
What are our best delights on earth,
Compared with those on high?
2 A sad and sinful world is this,
Although it seems so fair;
But Heaven is perfect joy and bliss,
For God Himself is there.
3 Here all our pleasures soon are past,
Our brightest joys decay;
But pleasures there for ever last,
And can not fade away.
4 Here many a pain and bitter groan
Our feeble bodies tear;
But pain and sickness are not known,
And never shall be, there.
5 Here sins and sorrows we deplore
With many cares distressed;
But there the mourners weep no more,
And there the weary rest.
6 Our dearest friends when death shall call,
At once must hence depart;
But there we hope to meet them all,
And never, never part.
7 Then let us love and serve the Lord
With all our youthful powers,
And we shall gain this great reward,
This glory shall be ours. Languages: English Tune Title: TRIBULATION
Come, Let Us Now Forget Our Mirth