Death! ’Tis a Melancholy Day

Death! ’tis a me­lan­cho­ly day

To those that have no God

When the poor soul is forced away

To seek her last ab­ode.

In vain to Heav’n she lifts her eyes

But guilt

a hea­vy chain

Still drags her down­ward from the skies

To dark­ness

fire

and pain.

Awake and mourn

ye heirs of hell

Let stub­born sin­ners fear;

You must be driv’n from earth

and dwell

A long for­ev­er there.

See how the pit gapes wide for you

And flash­es in your face;

And thou

my soul

look down­ward too

And sing re­co­ver­ing grace.

He is a God of sov­er­eign love

That pro­mised Heav’n to me

And taught my thoughts to soar ab­ove

Where hap­py spir­its be.

Prepare me

Lord

for Thy right hand

Then come the joy­ful day;

Come

death

and some ce­les­ti­al band

To bear my soul away.