When spirit from man's flesh is torn He dies! - survivors suff’ring grieve; While sorrowing, his dear ones mourn - From God true comfort they receive. God's Presence He in love accords, To those who still must travel on; The stream each dying mortal fords: 'Tis Jordan or the Rubicon! Though death per se is cold and stark, 'Tis but a sheer transition; Man's end of time it doth demark, Thence rapture or perdition!! Be cheerful sorrow-laden soul, This death is but an interim; The grave is not the final goal For those, in grace, redeemed by Him. When we approach impending death, Is it with anxious, morbid dread? When mortals take their final breath - His own are by His Spirit led. To those who to the end endure, Despite adversity and woe; Their destiny is safe and sure - Eternal life God doth bestow.
