Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DL (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Grave First Line: My thoughts, that often mount the skies Lyrics: 1 My thoughts, that often mount the skies,
Go, search the world beneath,
Where nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her sovereign, death.
2 The tyrant how he triumphs here*,
His trophies spread around!
And heaps of dust and bones appear
Thro' all the hollow ground.
3 Those skulls, what ghastly figures now!
How loathsome to the eyes!
These are the heads we lately knew
So beauteous and so wise.
4 But where the souls those deathless things,
That left their dying clay?
My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings,
And trace eternity!
5 O that unfathomable sea!
Those deeps without a shore!
Where living waters gently play,
Or fiery billows roar.
6 There we shall swim in heavenly bliss,
Or sink in flaming waves,
While the pale carcase breathless lies
Among the silent graves.
7 "Prepare us, Lord, for thy right hand,
"Then come the joyful day,
"Come, death, and some celestial band,
"To bear our souls away." Languages: English
Death and Eternity