Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #I.VI (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Great God, I own thy sentence just Lyrics: 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 Conq'ror shall appear,
High on a royal seat,
And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.
4 Tho' greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh,
When God shall build my bones again
He clothes them all afresh:
5 Then shall I see thy lovely face,
With strong immortal eyes,
And feast upon thy unknown grace,
With pleasure and suprise.
Scripture: Job 19:25-27 Languages: English
Triumph over death