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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 Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.
3 The mighty Conqu'ror shall appear
High on a Royal Seat,
And Death, the last of all his Foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his Feet.
4 Though greedy Worms devour my Skin,
And gnaw my wasting Flesh,
When God shall build my Bones again,
He clothes 'em all afresh:
5 Then shall I see thy lovely Face
With strong immortal Eyes,
And feast upon thy unknown Grace
With Pleasure and Surprize.
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First Line: | Great God, I own thy Sentence just |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Triumph over Death; Resurrection |