Death is no more a frightful foe;

Death is no more a frightful foe;
Since I with Christ shall reign,
With joy I leave this world of woe;
For me to die is gain.

To darkness, doubts, and fears, adieu;
Adieu, thou world so vain;
Then shall I know no more of you;
For me to die is gain.

No more shall Satan tempt my soul,
Corruption shall be slain;
And tides of pleasure o'er me roll;
For me to die is gain.

Nor shall I know a Father's frown,
But ever with him reign,
And wear an everlasting crown,
For me to die is gain.

Sorrow for joy I shall exchange,
For ever freed from pain;
And o'er the plains of Canaan range;
For me to die is gain.

Fain would my raptured soul depart,
Nor longer here remain,
But dwell, dear Jesus, where thou art;
For me to die is gain.