What is this thing called death
This quiet passing in the night
Tis not the end but genesis
Of better worlds and greater light
O God, touch thou my aching heart
And calm my troubled, haunted fears
Let hope and faith transcendent pure
Give strength and peace beyond my tears
There is no death but only change
With recompense with victory won
The gift of him who loved all man
The Son of God, the Holy One |