Scripture Verse

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it. Ecclesiastes 12:7

Introduction

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George Croly
(1780–1860)

Words: George Cro­ly (1780–1860). Ap­peared in Se­lect Me­lo­dies, Com­pris­ing the Best of Those Hymns and Spir­it­u­al Songs in Com­mon Use Not Found in the Stand­ard Me­thod­ist Epis­co­pal Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by Will­iam Hunt­er (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Me­thod­ist Book Con­cern, 1843).

Music: Ec­ce Ho­mo Will­iam H. Monk (1823–1889) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William H. Monk
(1823–1889)

Lyrics

Earth to earth, and dust to dust
Here the evil and the just,
Here the youthful and the old,
Here the fearful and the bold,
Here the matron and the maid,
In one silent bed are laid;
Here the vassal and the king
Side by side lie withering;
Here the sword and scepter rust—
Earth to earth and dust to dust!

Age on age shall roll along
O’er this pale and mighty throng;
Those that wept them, those that weep,
All shall with these sleepers sleep;
Brothers, sisters of the worm,
Summer’s storm, or winter’s storm,
Song of peace, or battle’s roar,
Ne’er shall break their slumbers more;
Death shall keep his solemn trust—
Earth to earth, and dust to dust.

But a day is coming fast,
Earth, thy mightiest and thy last;
It shall come and fear and wonder,
Heralded by trump and thunder;
It shall come in strife and toil;
It shall come in blood and spoil;
It shall come in empire’s groans,
Burning temples, trampled thrones.
Then, Ambition, rue thy lust!
Earth to earth and dust to dust!

Then shall come the judgment sign,
In the east the King shall shine;
Flashing from Heav’n’s golden gate,
Thousand thousands round His state;
Spirits with the crown and plume,
Tremble then, thou sullen tomb!
Heav’n shall open on our sight,
Earth be turned to living light,
Kingdoms of the ransomed just—
Earth to earth, and dust to dust.

Then shall, gorgeous as a gem,
Shine thy mount, Jerusalem;
Then shall in the desert rise
Fruits of more than paradise;
Earth by angel feet be trod,
One great garden of her God;
Till are dried the martyr’s tears
Through a glorious thousand years.
Now in hope of Him we trust—
Earth to earth, and dust to dust!