1 No, no, it is not dying,
To go unto our God;
This gloomy earth forsaking,
Our journey homeward taking
Along the starry road.

2 No, no, it is not dying,
Heaven's citizen to be;
A crown immortal wearing,
And rest unbroken sharing,
From care and conflict free.

3 No, no, it is not dying,
The Shepherd's voice to know:
His sheep he ever leadeth,
His peaceful flock He feedeth,
Where living pastures grow.

4 No, no it is not dying
To wear a lordly crown;
Among God's people dwelling,
The glorious triumph swelling
Of Him whose sway we own.

5 Oh, no, this is not dying,
The Saviour of mankind!
There streams of love are flowing,
No hindrance ever knowing;
Here only drops we find.