Sons of Sorrow 332
Tune: Hauser's Hesperian Harp, 1848
Alto: Mrs. E. D. Martin, 1902
Lyrics: Social and Campmeeting Songs, 1825
Meter: 8s,7s Double (8,7,8,7,8,7,8,7)
Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow,
Learn with me, your certain doom;
Learn with me your fate tomorrow,
Dead, perhaps, laid in the tomb!
See all nature fading, dying,
Silent, all things seem to mourn,
Life from vegetation flying,
Calls to mind the mould'ring urn.
Death destroys our future prospects,
Tears our earthly joys away;
Friends and children, O how precious!
Turn by death’s cold hands away!
Fast our sun of life declining;
Soon ’twill set in dismal night;
But our hopes, pure and refining,
Rest in future life and light.