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| Text: | And must this body die? |
| Author: | Watts |
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: | ; ; ; ; ; |
| Topic: | Life and Death; My Redeemer Liveth |
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