Death shall not destroy my comfort,
Christ shall guide me thro’ the gloom;
Down He’ll send some angel convoy
To convey my spirit home.
Soon with angels I’ll be marching
With bright glory on my brow;
Who will share my blissful portion,
Who will love my Savior now?
Jordan’s streams shall not o’erflow me,
While my Savior’s by my side;
Canaan, Canaan lies before me,
Rise and cross the swelling tide.
Smiling angels now surround me,
Troops resplendent in the skies;
Glory shining all around me
While my happy spirit flies.
Jesus, clad in dazzling splendor,
Now, methinks, appears in view!
Brethren, could you see my Jesus,
You would love and serve Him, too.