Death and Judgment appointed to all. Heb. ix. 27

Heav'n has confirm'd the great Decree, That Adam's Race must die: One gen'ral 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 ev'ry Fun'ral 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 veil'd, Must wake the Judge to see, And ev'ry Word, and ev'ry Thought Must pass his Scrutiny.

O may I in the Judge behold My Saviour and my Friend, And far beyond the Reach of Death With all his Saints ascend.