I will cause the sun to go down at noon.
Amos 8:9.
When blooming youth is snatched away
By death’s resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed
With awful power, “I too must die,”
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more;