"Death, judgment, heaven, and hell! Think, Christians, think! You stand on vast eternity's dread brink. Faith and repentance, piety and prayer! Despise this world, the next be all your care. Thus while my tomb the solemn silence breaks, And to the eye this cold dumb marble speaks, Though dead I preach, if ever with ill success, Living I strove the important truths to press, Your precious, your immortal souls to save; Hear me, at least, oh, hear me from my grave."