LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Isaac Watts
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| | Dates: | 1707
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| Hymns and Spiritual Songs Vol 2
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| 61
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MUSIC
| Name: | NORTH SALEM
| | Meter: | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Stephen Jenks
| | Dates: | 1799
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| 1. My soul, come meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit
this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.
2. [And you, mine eyes,
look down and view
The hollow, gaping tomb;
This gloomy prison waits for you,
Whene'er the summons come.]
3. O could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stead,
Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead:
4. Then should we see
the saints above
In their own glorious forms,
And wonder why
our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.
5. [How we should scorn
these clothes of flesh,
These fetters, and this load!
And long for ev'ning to undress,
That we may rest with God.]
6. We should almost forsake our clay
Before the summons come,
And pray and wish our souls away
To their eternal home.
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