Great God, I Own Thy Sentence Just

 

VERSE 1

Great God, I own Thy sentence just,

And nature must decay;

I yield my body to the dust,

To dwell with fellow clay.

 

VERSE 2

Yet faith may triumph o’er the grave,

And trample on the tombs;

My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives;

My God, my Savior, comes.

 

VERSE 3

The mighty Conqueror shall appear

High on a royal seat,

And death, the last of all His foes,

Lie vanquished at His feet.

 

VERSE 4

Though greedy worms devour my skin,

And gnaw my wasting flesh,

When God shall build my bones again,

He clothes them all afresh.

 

VERSE 5

Then shall I see Thy lovely face

With strong immortal eyes;

And feast upon Thy unknown grace

With pleasure and surprise.

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