It is not death to die,
to leave this weary road,
and join the saints who dwell on high,
who’ve found their home with God.
It is not death to close
the eyes long-dimmed by tears,
and wake in joy before Your throne,
delivered from our fears.
O Jesus, conquering the grave,
Your precious blood has pow’r to save.
Those who trust in You will in Your mercy find
that it is not death to die.
It is not death to fling
aside this earthly dust,
and rise with strong and noble wing
to live among the just.
It is not death to hear
the key unlock the door
that sets us free from mortal years
to praise You evermore.