No No It Is Not Dying

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

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

No, no it is not dying
To hear this gracious word,
“receive a Father’s blessing,
Forevermore possessing
The favor of thy Lord.”

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.

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.