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1 We needs must die, who banish'd lie
Cloth'd with corrupt mortality;
And drop these cloaths of sinful clay,
Within the silent grave to lay.
2 God no man's person so repsects;
He fairest jewels, though select,
To dwell with Christ in majesty,
Must need submit, wither, and die.
3 'Tis not in mortal bodies we,
Jehovah's face can ever see;
But are as water on the ground,
'Till Christ the jub'lee trumpet sound.
4 Then he that did our ransom pay,
Will cloteh the saints in bright array,
As from the beds of dust they rise,
More splendid thatn the sparkling skies.
5 Wrpt in immortal beauties bright,
Transcnedant plesures and delight;
And while each saint his friend embrace
The growing raptures will increase.Source: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #CCXXXIV