It is not death to die—

To leave this weary road,

And, ’mid the brotherhood on high,

To be at home with God.

2 It is not death to close

The eye long dimmed by tears,

And wake, in glorious repose,

To spend eternal years.

3 It is not death to bear

The wrench that sets us free

From dungeon chain—to breathe the air

Of boundless liberty.

4 It is not death to fling

Aside this sinful dust,

And rise, on strong, exulting wing,

To live among the just.

5 Jesus, thou Prince of life!

Thy chosen can not die;

Like thee, they conquer in the strife,

To reign with thee on high.