No, no, it is not dying To go unto our God; This gloomy earth forsaking, Our journey homeward taking Along the starry road. No, no, it is not dying Heaven's citizen to be; A crown immortal wearing, And rest unbroken sharing, From care and conflict free. No, no it is not dying To hear this gracious word, ?Receive a Father's blessing, Forevermore possessing The favor of thy Lord.? No, no it is not dying The Shepherd's voice to know: His sheep He ever leadeth, His peaceful flock He feedeth, Where living pastures grow. No, no it is not dying To wear a lordly crown; Among God's people dwelling, The glorious triumph swelling Of Him Whose sway we own.