1 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell,
Hark! how the awful summons sounds,
In every funeral knell! MIM 114.1
2 Once you must die, and once for all,
The solemn purport weigh;
For know that heaven or hell is hung
On that important day! MIM 114.2
3 Those eyes, so long in darkness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see;
And every word, and every thought,
Must pass his scrutiny. MIM 114.3
4 O may I in the Judge behold
My Savior and my friend;
And, far beyond the reach of death,
With all his saints ascend. MIM 114.4