Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #707: Great God, I Own Thy Sentence Just

Hymn #706 Hymn #708

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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707 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

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 tomb;

My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives;

My God, my Saviour, comes.

The mighty Conqu'ror 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'll clothe them all afresh.

Then shall I see Thy lovely face

With strong immortal eyes;

And feast upon Thy sov'reign grace

With pleasure and surprise.

Hymn #706 Hymn #708