O DEATH WHERE IS THY STING
Stephen Popovich, John Darwall
O death, where is thy sting?
Where grave, thy victory?
O keys of Hell, why change
Ye hands at Calvary?
Lo, on that hill
God’s wrath was placed
Our sins erased
And death made nil
O sinner, set thy faith
On Him who bore thy curse
The venom of that sting
Abideth on the earth
But Christ arose
To be our way
And sole escape
From sin’s grim woe
O saint, turn not behind
Look forth to things ahead
Thy faith has made thee whole
And raised thee from the dead
To be as one
With what awaits
Past Heaven’s gate
When ends have come