1 O for an over-coming Faith
To chear my dying Hours,
To Triumph o'er the Monster Death,
And all his frightful Pow'rs.

2 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?

3 If Sin be pardon'd, I'm secure,
Death hath no Sting besides;
The Law gives Sin its damning Pow'r;
But Christ, my Ransom, dy'd.

4 Now to the God of Victory
Immortal Thanks be paid,
Who makes us Conqu'rors while we die,
Through Christ our living Head.