If A Man Die Shall He Live Again


If a man die, shall he live again?
All the days of my appointed time will I wait
Till my change come.
For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down,
That it will sprout again,
And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth,
Yet through the scent of will it will bud,
And bring forth boughs like a plant.

But man dieth and wasteth away;
Yea, man giveth up the ghost,
And where is he?

As the waters fail from the sea,
So man lieth down, and riseth not
Till the heavens be no ore.

Oh, that thou would’st hide me in the grave,
That thou would’st keep me in secret, till thy wrath be past,
That thou would’st appoint me a set time, and remember me.

For I know that my Redeemer liveth,
And that he shall stand in the latter day upon the earth,
And though worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.