1 Death cannot make our souls afraid If God be with us there; We may walk thro' her darkest shade, And never yield to fear.
2 I could renounce my all below, If my Creator bid, And run, if I were call'd to go, And die as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, And view the promis'd land, My flesh itself shall long to drop, And pray for the command.
4 Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms I would forget my breath, And lose my life among the charms Of so divine a death.