Saturday, January 26, 2013

What is this thing that men call death? This quiet passing in the night? 'Tis not the end but genesis Of better worlds and greater light O God, touch Thou my aching heart And calm my troubled, haunting fears Let hope and faith, transcendent, pure Give strength and peace beyond my tears. There is no death, but only change With recompense for vict'ry won The gift of Him who loved all men The son of God, the Holy one.