Death can not make our souls afraid,

If God be with us there;

We may walk through its darkest shade,

And never yield to fear.

2 I could renounce my all below,

If my Redeemer bid;

And run, if I were called to go,

And die as Moses did.

3 Might I but climb to Pisgah’s top,

And view the promised land,

My flesh itself would long to drop,

And welcome the command.

4 Clasped in my heavenly Father’s arms,

I would forget my breath,

And lose my life among the charms

Of so divine a death.