Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
162 Plenary
Words: Isaac Watts, 1709
Music: Arr. A. C. Clark, 1839
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Hark! from the tombs of doleful sound,
Mine ears, attend the cry,
Ye living men, come view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie.
“Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your tow’rs;
The tall, the wise, the rev’rend head,
Must lie as low as ours.”
Great God! Is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepared no more!
Mine ears, attend the cry,
Ye living men, come view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie.
“Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your tow’rs;
The tall, the wise, the rev’rend head,
Must lie as low as ours.”
Great God! Is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepared no more!