Death Shall Not Destroy My Comfort

Death shall not de­stroy my com­fort

Christ shall guide me thro’ the gloom;

Down He’ll send some an­gel con­voy

To con­vey my spir­it home.

Soon with an­gels I’ll be march­ing

With bright glo­ry on my brow;

Who will share my bliss­ful por­tion

Who will love my Sav­ior now?

Jordan’s streams shall not o’er­flow me

While my Sav­ior’s by my side;

Canaan

Ca­naan lies be­fore me

Rise and cross the swell­ing tide.

Smiling an­gels now sur­round me

Troops re­splen­dent in the skies;

Glory shin­ing all around me

While my hap­py spir­it flies.

Jesus

clad in dazz­ling splen­dor

Now

me­thinks

ap­pears in view!

Brethren

could you see my Je­sus

You would love and serve Him

too.