And Must This Body Die?

Verse 1

And must this body die?
This mortal 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.

Verse 3

God my Redeemer lives,
And often from the skies
Looks down, and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

Verse 4

Array’d in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape and every face
Look heavenly and divine.

Verse 5

These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus’ dying love;
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

Verse 6

Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.