Why should we start, and fear to die?
What tim’rous worms we mortals are,
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
I’m going home to Christ above;
I’m going to the Christian’s rest,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.
Oh, if my Lord would come and meet
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.
I’m going home to Christ above;
I’m going to the Christian’s rest,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.
For MIDI files of the SATB parts: https://sacredharpbremen.org/111b-to-die-no-more/
For a PDF of the score, click here.
