This is not death, but triumph and reward:
To walk by faith through all life's little day
And then, at eventide, to meet the Lord
And hand in hand with him to go away.
This is not death-this is abundant life,
Eternal life, the freeing of the soul
For bliss beyond earth's time of toil and strife.
This is not death, but the immortal goal.
But this is death: In treaspasses and sin
All through life's journey carelessly to roam.
To find the door-and never enter in.
To see the truth-and never take it home.
Unmindful of the Christ, to draw each breath
As though this world were final.
This is death.