Earth to earth, and dust to dust
Here the ev­il and the just,
Here the youth­ful and the old,
Here the fear­ful and the bold,
Here the ma­tron and the maid,
In one si­lent bed are laid;
Here the vas­sal and the king
Side by side lie wi­the­ring;
Here the sword and scep­ter rust—
Earth to earth and dust to dust!

Age on age shall roll along
O’er this pale and migh­ty throng;
Those that wept them, those that weep,
All shall with these sleep­ers sleep;
Brothers, sis­ters of the worm,
Summer’s storm, or win­ter’s storm,
Song of peace, or bat­tle’s roar,
Ne’er shall break their slum­bers more;
Death shall keep his so­lemn trust—
Earth to earth, and dust to dust.

But a day is com­ing fast,
Earth, thy migh­ti­est and thy last;
It shall come and fear and won­der,
Heralded by trump and thun­der;
It shall come in strife and toil;
It shall come in blood and spoil;
It shall come in em­pire’s groans,
Burning tem­ples, tram­pled thrones.
Then, Am­bi­tion, rue thy lust!
Earth to earth and dust to dust!

Then shall come the judg­ment sign,
In the east the King shall shine;
Flashing from Heav’n’s gold­en gate,
Thousand thou­sands round His state;
Spirits with the crown and plume,
Tremble then, thou sull­en tomb!
Heav’n shall op­en on our sight,
Earth be turned to liv­ing light,
Kingdoms of the ran­somed just—
Earth to earth, and dust to dust.

Then shall, gor­geous as a gem,
Shine thy mount, Je­ru­sa­lem;
Then shall in the de­sert rise
Fruits of more than pa­ra­dise;
Earth by an­gel feet be trod,
One great gar­den of her God;
Till are dried the mar­tyr’s tears
Through a glo­ri­ous thou­sand years.
Now in hope of Him we trust—
Earth to earth, and dust to dust!