CCXXIX | Church Hymn Book#CCXXX | CCXXXI |
Text: | And must this body die |
Author: | Watts |
1 And must this body die?
This well-wrought frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?
2 Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till thy triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.
3 God, my Redeemer lives,
And ever from the skies
Looks down, and watches all my dust,
'Till he shall bid it rise.
4 Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heav'nly and divine.
5 These lively hopes we owe.
Lord to thy dying love;
O may we bless thy grace below,
And sing thy grace above.
6 Saviour, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
'Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | And must this body die |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
Topic: | Death and Burial: At the interring of the corpse |