Isaac Watts Quote
No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the ground These dying, withering limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust:-- My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs... Fifth edition, corrected and much enlarged (ed. 1728)