And Must This Body Die?

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Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns, for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 1841

Hymn 219
1. And must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?

2. God, my Redeemer, lives,
And frequent 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 heav'nly and divine.

4. These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love—
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his pow'r above.

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