Hymn 1:06 [Great God, I Own Thy Sentence Just]

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Title:     Hymn 1:06 [Great God, I Own Thy Sentence Just]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Triumph over death, Job 19. 25-27.

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 tombs:
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.

The mighty Conqueror shall appear
High on a royal seat,
And Death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

Tho' greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh,
When God shall build my bones again,
He clothes them all afresh.

Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong immortal eyes,
And feast upon thy unknown grace
With pleasure and surprise.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's Poem: Hymn 1:6 [Great God, I Own Thy Sentence Just]

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