Death may approach, I shall not flee, for daily I have trained to be
Alive to Christ and dead to sin. Death cannot end what Christ begins.
No longer warmed by Satan's fires, yet burned by unreformed desires.
Spirit of God, attend our flesh. Fountain of life, our souls refresh.
Whether at risk to life or limb ever our hope is found in Him.
As Jesus suffered, so shall we, but not beyond His wise decree.
Take up His yoke where freedom reigns. In love He chastens those he trains.
Joy has its root, and grace its key in patience and humility.
Many the saints who fell before. Grief for our loss is fresh and sore.
Though death may hold them for a day, Jesus has conquered: so shall they.
Hallelujah! Christ arose bearing the wounds He gladly chose;
emblems of pain transformed by grace, sins cancelled out, joy in their place.
by New Scottish Hymns
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