Death Is No Dreadful Sound

Death is no dread­ful sound

To souls who love their God;

With joy they leave this thor­ny ground

And seek a new abode.

Behold the dawn­ing day

The saint ex­tends his wings;

With ra­pid flight he soars away

And as he goes

he sings.

“Farewell

ye kin­dred worms

That feed on dust be­low;

I yon­der see ce­les­ti­al forms

And haste to join them too.

Farewell

de­ceit­ful earth

No long­er boast thy charms;

In Christ I view su­per­ior worth

And rush in­to His arms.

Let sin­ners

void of grace

Fear their ap­proach­ing end;

Jesus gives death an an­gel’s face

And makes the foe a friend.