In researching hymns written by the incomparable Isaac Watts (1674-1748), I ran across a song I couldn’t help but post. I love both its unflinching description of the power of death and the greater power of God in Christ over death. This is the kind of music I not only want but need to hear. Enjoy “Great God, I Own Thy Sentence Just”,
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 Savior, comes.
The mighty Conqueror shall appear
High on a royal seat,
And death, the last of all His foes,
Lie vanquished at His feet.
Though 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.
