1. Death, 'tis a melancholy day, To those who have no God, When the poor soul is forced away, To seek her last abode. | 2. In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes, For guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her downward from the skies, To darkness, fire, and pain. | 3. Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell, Let stubborn sinners fear; You must be driven from earth, and dwell A long for ever there. | 4. See how the pit gapes wide for you, And flashes in your face; And thou, my soul, look downward too, And sing recovering grace. | 5. He is a God of sovereign love, That promised heaven to me, And taught my thoughts to soar above, Where happy spirits be. | 6. Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day; Come, death, and some celestial band, To bear my soul away. | |