The Voice of Praise ‎#884

884. And must this body die?

1 And must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie moldering in the clay?

2 God my Redeemer lives,
And often from the skies
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

3 Arrayed in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine;
And every shape and every face
Look heavenly and divine.

4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

5 Dear Lord! 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?
• Author: Watts
• Meter: S. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Job 19:25
  ;
  Hosea 13:14
  ;
  John 5:28-29
  ;
  1 Corinthians 6:14
  ;
  Philippians 3:21
  ;
  Revelation 21:4
• Topic: Life and Death; My Redeemer Liveth

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