All men are nothing but mortal;
Their flesh will fade as green grass.
It’s only through death’s gloomy door
That all human beings will pass.
From there all the frail flesh perish;
Gaining their fair and just rewards.
His Heavenly Joy is cherished
Because of the grace of the Lord.
So whenever my time has come;
With a cheer, I will yield my life.
I’ll never be grieved to lose it;
For my want to end all life’s strife.
It’s to my Redeemer’s merit,
That in death I’ll find only this:
His peace that has found my spirit;
And His death, making my death bliss.
For my sake, Jesus ascended;
For my salvation, He obtained.
Now death and sorrow have ended;
Eternal peace I now have gained.
With grace, I will leave earth’s sadness,
When eternity I shall see;
My home of heavenly gladness,
And the home He promised for me.
Patriarch’s in sacred stories;
In God’s prophets there are found;
The Apostles are in Glory;
On twelve seats they are enthroned.
There is joy beyond my telling;
Where so many saints have gone.
Myriads and thousands are dwelling
And His grace that is now my own.