It is not death to die, To leave this weary road, And midst the brotherhood on high To be at home with God. It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose, To spend eternal years. It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breath the air Of boundless liberty. It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust And rise, on strong exulting wing To live among the just. Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, Thy chosen cannot die: Like Thee, they conquer in the strife To reign with Thee on high.