1 And must this body die?
This mortal 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 my 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 Arrayed in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape, and every face,
Look heav'nly and divine.
5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore His grace below,
And sing His power above.
6 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.
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First Line: | And must this body die? |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Consummation: Hope of Resurrection and Future Life |
Notes: | Author from Index: Watts |