AND must this body die? This well-wrought frame decay And must these active...
Verse 1
AND must this body die? This well-wrought frame decay And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay?
Verse 2
Corruption, earth, and worms Shall but refine this flesh; Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh.
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God, my Redeemer, lives, And ever from the skies Looks down, and watches all my dust. Till he shall bid it rise.
Verse 4
Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine; And every shape and every face Be heavenly and divine.
Verse 5
These lively hopes we owe, Lord, to thy dying love: O may we bless thy grace below, And sing thy power above!