Not a thousand times, no. We don’t ring the dying bell; We ring the morning bell. Though the tempter first, second, and third times break your will, to you, the dying bell does not ring; it rings for the hope of heaven. It rings for the living, for the joy of salvation; it tolls for the coming of life. Even the believers of this age will not lose their salvation. Our Father, who art in heaven. It is Thy will that we may live today and carry the Gospel to the world’s people. It is your will that we may be able to decide freely and say: we believe. And that You may be able to tell us. Blessed be my Father, take the kingdom that has been prepared for you from the beginning of the world.
I have been permitted to leave. Farewell, my friends. I am going to meet the Lord. Here I return the key to my door. The invitation has come, and I am ready to leave. A terrible black night is approaching. It cannot be driven away. It will come upon you. It will encircle you. Would you like to know the secret of death? But how can you find it if you don’t look for it in the heart of life? Life and death are one, as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes lies your knowledge of the other world. I have come to the edge of your eternity, in which nothing can be lost. Here in the gates of darkness stands death. The mother of graves, the king of times. What are you before me, man? The air that flies against the cliffs, a bubble on the sea waves, what is of your waiting for tomorrow? You would like to catch Sunbeams in your hand and always have them empty. You’re setting the happiness table when my chariot pulls up at your door. I’ll take you whenever I want. A child from his mother’s arms, all of you, a strong man from his path. What a man thou art before me. In the end, of the beginning, you’re just about to live. Your hands lie dead in the coffin; your eyes turn to dust. Even the rosy cheeks, the earth will take. Nothing is yours anymore. Thou shalt not call out in joy to the morning silence; thou shalt not answer when they seek thee. Who would look for you? What are ye before me who stand over the grave? We cling to the promises of God. God is not the God of the dead but the living. He who believes in me shall live, though he dies.