Heav’n has con­firmed the great de­cree,
That Ad­am’s race must die:
One ge­ne­ral ru­in sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.

Ye liv­ing men, the tomb sur­vey,
Where you must quick­ly dwell;
Hark how the awful sum­mons sounds
In ev­ery fu­ne­ral knell!

Once you must die, and once for all;
The so­lemn pur­port weigh;
For know, that Heav’n and Hell are hung
On that imp­ort­ant day.

Those eyes, so long in dark­ness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see.
And ev­ery word, and ev­ery thought
Must pass His scru­ti­ny.

O may I in the Judge be­hold
My Sav­ior and my friend,
And far be­yond the reach of death
With all His saints as­cend.