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Text: | Triumph over Death |
1 Great God, I own thy Sentence just;
And Nature must decay;
I yield my Body to the Dust,
To dwell with Fellow-Clay.
2 Yet Faith may Triumph o'er the Graves,
And Trample on the Tombs
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives;
My God my Saviour comes.
3 The mighty Conqu'ror shall appear
High on a Royal Seat,
And Death, the last of all his Foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his Feet.
4 Tho' greedy Worms devour my Skin,
And gnaw my wasting Flesh,
When God shall build my Bones again,
He clothes them all afresh:
5 Then shall I see thy lovely Face
With Strong immortal Eyes;
And feast upon thy unknown Grace
With Pleasure and Surprize.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Great God, I own thy sentence just |
Title: | Triumph over Death |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Topic: | Death and Resurrection |