Death
Life is fragile, that we know.
In any instant we may depart,
To meet our creator go.
It is not bitter, is not tart,
This ever approaching death.
With every beat of a living heart,
With every mortal breath
Our time on earth is spent.
But we need not fear impending death,
For God His Son has sent
To rescue us from sin.
The suffering that for us was meant
Was taken on by Him.
This Son of God, he died for us
That we the vict’ry might win.
As we place in him our trust
The spirit soft assure
The grave cannot hold us bound
As we are risen pure.