No, no, it is not dying

To go unto our God,

This gloomy earth forsaking,

Our journey homeward taking

Along the starry road.

2 No, no, it is not dying

Heaven’s citizen to be,

A crown immortal wearing,

And rest unbroken sharing,

From care and conflict free.

3 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.

4 No, no, it is not dying

To wear a heavenly crown,

Among God’s people dwelling,

The glorious triumph swelling,

Of him whose sway we own.

5 O no, this is not dying,

Thou Saviour of mankind;

There, streams of love are flowing,

No hindrance ever knowing;

Here, only drops we find.