Death Cannot Make Our Souls Afraid

Death can­not make our souls afraid

If God be with us there;

We may walk through its dark­est shade

And nev­er yield to fear.

I could re­nounce my all be­low

If my cre­at­or bid;

And run

if I were called to go

And die as Mo­ses did.

Might I but climb to Pis­gah’s top

And view the pro­mised land

My flesh it­self would long to drop

And pray for the com­mand.

Clasped in my heav­en­ly Fa­ther’s arms

I would for­get my breath

And lose my life am­ong the charms

Of so di­vine a death.