It is not Death to die, to leave this weary road,and join the saints who dwell on high,whove found their home with God.It is not death to close the eyes long dimmed by tears,and wake in joy before your throne,delivered from our fears.O Jesus, conquering the grave,your precious blood has power to save.Those who trust in you will in your mercy findthat it is not death to die.It is not death to fling aside this earthly dust,and rise with strong and noble wingto live among the just.It is not death to hear the key unlock the doorthat sets us free from mortal yearsto praise forever more.O Jesus, conquering the grave,your precious blood has power to save.Those who trust in you will in your mercy findthat it is not death to die.(Bob Kauflin from "Come Weary Saints")Precious Jesus, my hope is in you!
"This is My body broken like bread for you; this is My blood like water shed for you." Drink it--and wonder. Marvel--and eat. God torn asunder man made complete! Stagger the mind at the truth here revealed; kneel--and be broken rise--and be healed. Go out and die, die, live, and live! Take all He offers, take all and give. Here's a remembering to scorch and to bless: Sinners partaking of God's righteousness. LORD, this is my body offered for you.... RUTH BELL GRAHAM
_________________Martin G. Smith