A hymn only Christians can sing and only because of Jesus:
It is not death to die, To leave this weary road, And midst the brotherhood on high To be at home with God.
It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose, To spend eternal years.
It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breathe the air Of boundless liberty.
It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust And rise, on strong exulting wing To live among the just.
Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, Thy chosen cannot die: Like Thee, they conquer in the strife To reign with Thee on high.
According to the Cyber Hymnal, the original words to this hymn were written in French by H. A. César Malan in 1832 (Non, ce n’est pas mourir que d’aller vers son Dieu). George W. Bethune translated them into English in 1847. The hymn was sung at Bethune’s funeral, per his request.
It is not death to die To leave this weary road And join the saints who dwell on high Who’ve found their home with God
It is not death to close The eyes long dimmed by tears And wake in joy before Your throne Delivered from our fears O Jesus, conquering the grave Your precious blood has power to save Those who trust in You Will in Your mercy find That it is not death to die
It is not death to fling Aside this earthly dust And rise with strong and noble wing To live among the just
It is not death to hear The key unlock the door That sets us free from mortal years To praise You evermore