Ye living men, the tomb survey

Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell,
Hark! how the awful summons sounds,
In every funeral knell!

Once you must die, and once for all,
The solemn purport weigh;
For know that heaven or hell is hung
On that important day!

Those eyes, so long in darkness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see;
And every word, and every thought,
Must pass his scrutiny.

O may I in the Judge behold
My Savior and my friend;
And, far beyond the reach of death,
With all his saints ascend.