That all men die is obvious;
The evidence is tangible,
But that is not the end of us,
In view of our eternal soul.
The day of death is just a door;
It is the way of all the earth.
Eternity yet holds in store
The endless joy of our new birth.
Alas, not all are born again,
Though by God's Spirit, they are urged.
We take the Gospel to all men
To show the grace by which we're purged.
Lord, though we share this common ground
With all who see their coming grave,
We're heralds of the joyful sound
Of grace and truth by which You save!