374. Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection

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

2 Corruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes
To put it on afresh.

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 ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heavenly and divine.

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

6 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these, our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise
With our immortal tongues.

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First Line: And must this body die?
Title: Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1845
Topic: Consummation of Things: Death
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