A Collection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#XXV

XXV. Triumph over Death

1 And must this Body die?
This well wrought Frame decay?
And must these active Limbs of mine
Lie mouldring in the Clay?

2 Corruption, Earth and Worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant Spirit comes
To put it on a fresh.

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 every Shape and every Face,
Be heavenly and divine.

5 These lively Hopes we owe
Lord, to thy dying Love;
We would adore thy Grace below,
And sing thy Power above.

6 Saviour 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
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1737

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