If satan should come again and again
And beat me bloody, still
It would all be worth the death of sin
For in Christ I have my fill.
Dramatic endings matter not
When crossing into heaven,
Truly the fight of faith was fought
When victory’s strength was given.
So peacefully call me home, I pray,
And make me stronger yet,
Herd me with the sheep to stay
That I should not forget,
That You my Lord are all in all
The best that I could know,
And always upon You I will call
Until You bring me home.
So if I should die while not yet old
Please don’t cry for me,
For in His presence I am bold,
And freed from misery.
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