There is a plan far greater than the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader than the one you see.
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go--
You call it death--we, immortality.

You call it death -- this seeming endless sleep;
We call it birth -- the soul at last set free.
'Tis hampered not by time or space -- you weep.
Why weep at death -- 'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -- 'twill not be long.
Your work is done -- now may peace rest with thee.
Your kindly thoughts and deeds -- they will live on.
This is not death -- 'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -- the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song wafts near to me,
And now you know the thing that all men learn:
There is no death -- there's immortality.