To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid-of that?
Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Savior's face
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid-of that?
Afraid? Of what?
A flash, a crash, a pierced heart;
Darkness, light, O Heaven's art!
A wound of His a counter part
Afraid-of that?
Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not--
Baptize with blood a story plot,
Till souls will blossom from the spot!
Afriad-of that?