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HARK FROM THE TOMB Sung by: W.P. Detherow Recorded in Batesville, AR, 7/14/52 Click here to listen to the original recording My ears, attend the cry. Ye living men, ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie, Where you must shortly lie. Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie. Princes, this clay must be your bed In spite of all your towers. Ye tall, ye wise, ye tall, ye wise, a reverent head Must lie as low as ours, Must lie as low as ours. Ye tall, ye wise, ye reverent head Must lie as low as ours. Great God, is this our certain doom, Or are we yet secure? Still walking down, still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more, And yet prepare no more. Still walking downward to the tomb, And yet prepare no more. Grant us this power of quickening grace That fit our soul to fly; Then when we drop, then when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the skies, We'll rise above the skies. Then when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the skies. Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #638. |
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