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CXXXV. And must this body die

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 my triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.

3 God my Redeemer lives,
And often 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
Be 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 songs we raise
With our immortal tongues.

Text Information

• First Line: And must this body die
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Rejoicing

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