1 And must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering 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,
Look heavenly 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 sounds we raise
With our immortal tongues.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | And must this body die? |
| Title: | Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection |
| Meter: | S. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1845 |
| Topic: | Consummation of Things: Death |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |