1.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound,

Mine ears, attend the cry;

Ye living men, come view the ground

Where you must shortly lie,

(Repeat previous line twice).

Ye living men, come view the ground

Where you must shortly lie,

(Repeat previous line).

2.

"Princes, this clay must be your bed,

In spite of all your towers;

The tall the wise the reverend head

Must lie as low as ours."

(Repeat previous line twice).

"The tall the wise the reverend head

Must lie as low as ours."

(Repeat previous line).

3.

Great God, is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure?

Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more!

(Repeat previous line twice).

Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more!

(Repeat previous line).

4.

Grant us the power of quickening grace,

To fit our souls to fly;

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,

We'll rise above the sky.

(Repeat previous line twice).

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,

We'll rise above the sky.

(Repeat previous line).