For Me to Die is Gain
W. W. Horne (1773-1826)
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Death is no more a frightful foe;
Since I with Christ shall reign,
With joy I leave this world of woe;
For me to die is gain.
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To darkness, doubts, and fears, adieu;
Adieu, thou world so vain;
Then shall I know no more of you;
For me to die is gain.
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No more shall Satin tempt my soul,
Corruption shall be slain;
And tides of pleasure o’er me roll;
For me to die is gain.
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Nor shall I know a Father’s frown,
But ever with him reign,
And wear an everlasting crown,
For me to die is gain.
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Sorrow for joy I shall exchange,
Forever freed from pain;
And o’er the plains of Canaan range;
For me to die is gain.
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Fain would my raptured soul depart,
No longer here remain,
But dwell, dear Jesus, where thou art;
For me to die is gain.