|Text:||It Is Not Death to Die|
|Author:||H. A. César Malan|
|Translator (into English):||George W. Bethune|
|Translator (into German):||Albert Knapp|
|Composer:||Frederick A. G. Ouseley|
1 It is not death to die,
To leave this weary road,
And midst 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 cannot die:
Like Thee, they conquer in the strife
To reign with Thee on high.
|First Line:||It is not death to die|
|Title:||It Is Not Death to Die|
|French Title:||Non ce n'est pas mourir|
|Translator (into English):||George W. Bethune (1847)|
|Author:||H. A. César Malan (1832, ab. )|
|Translator (into German):||Albert Knapp (1836)|
|Topic:||The Last Things: Death and Burial|