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Hymn #729: And Must This Body Die

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Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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729 (S.M.) Isaac Watts

And must this body die?

This mortal frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine

Lie mould'ring in the clay?

Corruption, earth, and worms

Shall but refine this flesh,

'Til my triumphant spirit comes

To put it on afresh.

God, my Redeemer, lives,

And always from the skies

Looks down, and watches all my dust

'Til He shall bid it rise.

Arrayed in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine.

And ev'ry shape and ev'ry face

Look heav'nly and divine.

These lively hopes we owe

To Jesus' saving love;

We would adore His grace below,

And sing His pow'r above.

Dear Lord, accept the praise

Of these, our humble songs,

'Til tunes of nobler sound we raise

With our immortal tongues.

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