If to die is to see with clear vision

   All mysteries revealed,

And away is swept the curtain

   From joys which are now concealed,

If to die is to greet all martyrs

   And prophets and sages of old

And to joyously meet by still waters

   The flock of our own little fold,

If to die is to join in hosannas

   To a risen, reigning Lord,

And to feast with Him at His table

   On the bread and drink of His board;

If to die is to enter a city,

   And be hailed as a child of its King,

O grave, where soundeth thy triumph?

   O death, where hideth thy sting?

Anonymous