O for an overcoming faith

To cheer my dying hours;

To triumph o'er the monster Death,

And all his frightful powers!

Joyful with all the strength I have

My quiv'ring lips should sing-

Where is thy boasted vict'ry, Grave?

And where the monster's sting?

If sin be pardoned, I'm secure,

Death hath no sting beside;

The law gives sin its damning power;

But Christ, my ransom, died.

Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid,

Who makes us conquerors while we die,

Through Christ our living head.