1 AND must this body die,
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering in the clay?
2 God my Redeemer lives,
And ever from the skies
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till He shall bid it rise.
3 Arrayed in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape, and every face,
Look heavenly and divine.
4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love:
We would adore His grace below
And sing His power above.
5 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: | 1893 |
Topic: | Death and Burial |
Notes: | I. Watts, a. |