It is better by far
To be held by the one
Who has loved you
Before the creation of the very first star.

To be with Him,
It makes sense that
On some dangerous whim
I lay my sleeping clothes out flat.

Oh how I long for that release
The day when, with gentle ease
My body falls into the fatal sleep.
On that day I will no longer weep.

Welcomed home by my loving Father
By whom a place has been set
There's no place I'd rather
Be than with Him who gives eternal rest
And tasted death
That mine might taste sweet.