Death And Life

Still the heart and stay the breath—
There’s a deeper death than death!
This is death, when living soul
Yields to deadly sin’s control;
When, beneath the devil’s arts,
Love, the light of life, departs;
When the body, moving still,
Bears about a lifeless will,
And the spirit, formed to rise
Ever-growing in the skies,
Is a dead and empty seed:
This, ah, this is death indeed!