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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 grave,
And trample on the tombs;
My great Redeemer ever lives,
My God, my Saviour, comes.
3 The mighty conqueror shall appear,
High on a royal seat;
And death, the last of all our foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.
4 Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong, immortal eyes,
And feast upon thy wondrous grace
With pleasure and surprise.
Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #937
First Line: | Great God, I own Thy sentence just |
Title: | Triumph Over Death |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |