Farewell! I say with gladness, False, evil world, farewell! Thy life is sin and sadness, With thee I would not dwell; In heaven are better pleasures, I long for that bright sphere Where God grants endless treasures To those that served Him here. 2. Do with me as it pleases Thy heart, O Son of God! When anguish on me seizes, Help me to bear my load; Nor then my sorrows lengthen, But take me hence on high; My fearful spirit strengthen And let me calmly die. 3. When all around is darkling, Thy name and cross, still bright, Deep in my heart are sparkling Like stars in blackest night. Appear Thou in Thy sorrow, For Thine was woe indeed, And from Thy cross I borrow All comfort heart can need. 4. Thou diedst for me,—O hide me When tempests round me roll; Through all my foes, O guide me, Receive my trembling soul. If I but grasp Thee firmer, What matters pain when past? Hath he a cause to murmur Who reaches heaven at last? 5. O write my name, I pray Thee, Now in the book of life; So let me here obey Thee And there, where joys are rife, Forever bloom before Thee, Thy perfect freedom prove, And tell, as I adore Thee, How faithful was Thy love. V. Herberger, 1613; C. Winkworth, tr., a. 533 S. M. It is not death to die, To leave this weary road, And midst the brotherhood on high To be at home with God. 2. It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears And wake in glorious repose To spend eternal years. 3. It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breathe the air Of boundless liberty. 4. It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust And rise, on strong, exulting wing, To live among the just. 5. Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, Thy chosen cannot die; Like Thee, they conquer in the strife To reign with Thee on high. M. A. C. Malan, 1832; G. W. Bethune, tr., 1847. 534 S. M. And must this body die, This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie moldering in the clay? 2. God, my Redeemer, lives And ever from the skies Looks down and watches all my dust Till He shall bid it rise. 3. Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine And every shape and every face Look heavenly and divine. 4. These lively hopes we owe To Jesus’ dying love; We would adore His grace below And sing His power above.