What is this thing that men call death,
This quiet passing in the night?
’Tis not the end, but genesis
Of better worlds and greater light.
O God, touch Thou my aching heart,
And calm my troubled, haunting fears.
Let hope and faith, transcendent, pure,
Give strength and peace beyond my tears.
With recompense for victory won;
The gift of Him who loved all men,
The Son of God, the Holy One.
-Gordon B. Hinckley
(In a great talk he gave, May 1988)