Heav’n Has Confirmed the Great Decree

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.