Why should this Earth delight us so Why should we fix our Eyes On this low Ground where Sorrows grow And every Pleasure dies. While Time his sharpest Teeth Prepares Our Comforts to devour There is a Land above the Stars And Joys above his Power. Nature shall be dissolv’d and die The Sun must end his Race The Earth and Sea for ever fly Before my Saviour’s Face. When will that glorious Morning rise When the last Trumpet sound And call the Nations to the Skies From underneath the Ground.
- Full Text
- Why should this Earth delight us so
Why should we fix our Eyes
On this low Ground where Sorrows grow
And every Pleasure dies.
While Time his sharpest Teeth Prepares
Our Comforts to devour
There is a Land above the Stars
And Joys above his Power.
Nature shall be dissolv’d and die
The Sun must end his Race
The Earth and Sea for ever fly
Before my Saviour’s Face.
When will that glorious Morning rise
When the last Trumpet sound
And call the Nations to the Skies
From underneath the Ground.
- Listed on Page Number
- 281
- Sampler Worked By
- Mary Batchelder
- Date of Sampler
- 1773
- Place Sampler Made
- n.p.
- Sampler Listed on Page
- 31
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- Notes
- Also stitched by:
Creeton, Lucretia, 1790, Charleston, SC, p.40;
ja,es, Susannah, 1788, New Castle County, DE, p44.