To live is Christ—I long to spend My might and time to worship Him. I'll give my all for Him who died To bring a rebel to His side. Lord, help me use my fleeting breath To honor You, through life or death. And when my heart drums its last beat, I'll lay my labors at Your feet. To die is Christ—eternal gain, To wake, and never sleep again. I will not fear the feeble grave, The pathway to my Savior's face. Lord, help me use my fleeting breath To honor You, through life or death. And when my heart drums its last beat, I'll lay my labors at Your feet. To live or die—it's all the same; For Christ consumes me, either way. If I should live, I'll live for Him, And if I die, I'll live again. Lord, help me use my fleeting breath To honor You, through life or death. And when my heart drums its last beat, I'll lay my labors at Your feet.