William Billings - Maryland - ноты, текст песни (слова)

And must this body die?
 This mortal frame decay?
 And must these active limbs of mine
 Lie mould'ring 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 often 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,
 Look heav'nly and divine.
 
 These lively hopes we owe
 To Jesus' dying love;
 We would adore His grace below,
 And sing His power above.
 
 Dear Lord, accept the praise
 Of these our humble songs,
 Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
 With our immortal tongues.