Come, Let Us Now Forget Our Mirth

Come

let us now for­get our mirth

And think that we must die:

What are our best de­lights on earth

Compared with those on high?

A sad and sin­ful world is this

Although it seems so fair;

But Heav­en is per­fect joy and bliss

For God Him­self is there.

Here all our plea­sures soon are past

Our bright­est joys de­cay;

But plea­sures there for ev­er last

And can not fade away.

Here many a pain and bit­ter groan

Our fee­ble bo­dies tear;

But pain and sick­ness are not known

And nev­er shall be

there.

Here sins and sor­rows we de­plore

With ma­ny cares dis­tressed;

But there the mourn­ers weep no more

And there the wea­ry rest.

Our dear­est friends when death shall call

At once must hence de­part;

But there we hope to meet them all

And nev­er

nev­er part.

Then let us love and serve the Lord

With all our youth­ful pow­ers

And we shall gain this great re­ward

This glo­ry shall be ours.