For there is no death. No. Not for the Christian!
There is only an honourable discharge from the battles of life,
A promotion to Heavenly officership,
That glorious moment to step forward
And hear the Great Commander-in-Chief say,
"Well done, good and faithful soldier!
Come, enter into your Eternal reward"!
There is no death. Not for the Christian.
Only the soul's blessed release from dark prison.
Only a passage out of that prison into a palace.
Only a golden key that unlocks the treasures of Eternity.
No, my friend, you are not dead.
You will be alive when the mountains are gone.
--Alive when the rivers cease their running toward the sea!
You have gone higher, that is all.
Out of this old mud shack, into a house that is immortal,
A body that no enemy can attack!
"Dust thou art, to dust thou shalt return"
Was not spoken of the spirit.
You don't really die, you just keep on living,
And go straight into the presence of the Lord!
I weep, dear friend, because I miss you.
If I were unselfish I would be rejoicing with you,
Thanking God that you are with Him!
Thanking God that your troubles are over!
No more crying, no more pain, no more sorrow,
Nothing but eternal happiness in Heaven forever!
Yes, we are so selfish about death,
We count our grief far more than your joy!
We go to the grave of a friend, saying, "A man is dead".
But angels throng about him saying, "A man is born!"
So for now, farewell, my friend!
We shall meet again!
Защото няма смърт. Не! Не и за християнинът!
Има само едно почетно уволнение от битките на живота,
насърчаване от Небесният Господар....