Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
When God is nigh, my faith is strong;|
His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2. Though in the dust I lay my head,
3. My flesh shall thy first call obey,|
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.
4. There streams of endless pleasure flow;
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