And youth and health are pleasant things;
Yet, leave I all, without a tear,
No sad regret my bosom wrings.
The ties of earth are broken all,
My chainless soul, above yon star,
Shall wing its way beyond recall,
To be with Christ is better far.
And is this death? My soul is calm,
No sting is here, the strife is done;
Glory to God and to the Lamb!