468    C.M.     W. W. Horne
“To die is gain.” Phil. 1. 21; Rev. 14. 13

1 Death is no more a frightful foe;
  Since I with Christ shall reign,
  With joy I leave this world of woe;
  For me to die is gain.

2 To darkness, doubts, and fears, adieu;
  Adieu, thou world so vain;
  Then shall I know no more of you;
  For me to die is gain.

3 No more shall Satan tempt my soul,
  Corruption shall be slain;
  And tides of pleasure o’er me roll;
  For me to die is gain.

4 Nor shall I know a Father’s frown,
  But ever with him reign,
  And wear an everlasting crown,
  For me to die is gain.

5 Sorrow for joy I shall exchange,
  For ever freed from pain;
  And o’er the plains of Canaan range;
  For me to die is gain.

6 Fain would my raptured soul depart,
  Nor longer here remain,
  But dwell, dear Jesus, where thou art;
  For me to die is gain.