Ye living men, the tomb survey
C. M.
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Ye living men, the tomb survey,Where you must shortly dwell,Hark! how the awful summons sounds,In every funeral knell!
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Once you must die, and once for all,The solemn purport weigh;For know that heaven or hell is hungOn that important day!
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Those eyes, so long in darkness veiled,Must wake the Judge to see;And every word, and every thought,Must pass his scrutiny.
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O may I in the Judge beholdMy Savior and my friend;And, far beyond the reach of death,With all his saints ascend.