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 Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry 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 pow'r above.
6 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound 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: | 1793 |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |