| Song | And Must This Body Die |
| Album | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | And Must This Body Die |
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AND Must This Body Die?
This Well-Wrought Frame Decay
And Must These Active Limbs Of Mine
Lie Mouldering In The Clay?
Corruption, Earth, And Worms
Shall But Refine This Flesh;
Till My Triumphant Spirit Comes
To Put It On Afresh.
God, My Redeemer, Lives,
And Ever From The Skies
Looks Down, And Watches All My Dust.
Till He Shall Bid It Rise.
Arrayed In Glorious Grace
Shall These Vile Bodies Shine;
And Every Shape And Every Face
Be Heavenly And Divine.
These Lively Hopes We Owe,
Lord, To Thy Dying Love:
O May We Bless Thy Grace Below,
And Sing Thy Power Above!
