1 O for an overcoming faith To cheer my dying hours, To triumph o'er the monster Death, And all his frightful powers.
2 Joyful with all the strength I have My quivering lips should sing, "Where is thy boasted victory, Grave? And where the monster's sting?"
3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure, Death hath no sting beside; The law gives sin its damning power, But Christ, my ransom, died.
4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors while we die, Thro' Christ our living head.