To lay life's burden down for aye,
And gently fall asleep; to rest
From every sorrow, every care,
Forever on the Saviour's breast-
This is not death.

To leave a little while before
The rest, and wait with Him above,
Away from sin, and toil, and strife,
And only feast upon His love,
This is not death.

To wait the resurrection morn,
Beyond the wasting wilderness,
Where faith and hope forever cease,
And only love remains to bless,
This is not death,.

To lay a life of service down
At Jesus feet-whose one desire
Was but to serve the Christ he loved,
And us-to mount up higher.
This is not death.

Then cease we hence to mourn for him
Whose spirit is forever free,
Whose life of labor now is crowned
With glorious immortality
Through Jesus' death.

H. McD.