Parting for Eternity

1 A solemn march we make,
Towards the silent grave,
A lodging all must quickly take,
And carnal pleasures leave.

2 O what a striking scene,
In this cold grave appears,
A mortal turn'd to dust again,
Quite spun out all his years.

3 And we who now attend,
Must soon resign our breath,
God will the solemn summons send,
By dreadful ghastly death.

4 If myself the next should be,
That crumble with the dust;
My soul--what then becomes of thee?
Hast thou a lot with Christ?

5 Since I attended here,
My moments swiftly glide,
And death upon their wings they bear
A quick perpetual tide.

6 Now let me home return,
And strive my soul to save;
Lest I in hell should ever burn,
And, with the damned rave.

7 Jesus, despised friend,
I'll slight thy love no more;
Dear Saviour now that spirit send
Which I so griev'd before.

8 Then I'll prepare to meet,
My Jesus at his bar,
For ever worship at his feet,
And sing his praises there.

Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #110