1. I 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 make today For you must die as well as I, and pass from hence away. | 2. No human power can stop the hour, wherein a mortal dies; A Caesar may be great today, yet death will close his eyes: Though some do strive and do arrive to riches and renown, Enjoying health and swim in wealth, yet death will bring them down. | 3. Though beauty grace your comely face, with roses white and red, A dying fall will spoil it all, for Absalom is dead: Though you acquire the best attire, appearing fine and fair, Yet death will come into the room, and strip you naked there. | 4. The princes high and beggars die, and mingle with dust, The rich, the brave, the negro slave, the wicked and the just: Therefore prepare to meet thy God, before it be too late. Or else you'll weep, lament and cry, lost in a ruined state. | |