652. Great God, I own thy sentence just

Great God, I own thy sentence just,
And nature must decay;
I yield my body to the dust,
To dwell with fellow clay.

Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs
My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives;
My God, my Savior, comes.

The mighty Conqueror shall appear
High on a royal seat,
And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.

Though greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh,
When God shall build my bones again,
He clothes them all afresh.

Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong immortal eyes;
And feast upon thy unknown grace
With pleasure and suprise.

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First Line: Great God, I own thy sentence just
Author: Isaac Watts
Publication Date: 1835
Meter: C. M.
Scripture: Job 19:25-27; John 16:16; Luke 22:19; John 14:3; Psalm 2
Language: English
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