1
O death, where is thy cruel sting?
O grave, how canst thou harm us?
Thou Satan rage, what evil thing
Can hurt us or alarm us?
All praise to God, the battle’s done,
A great and glorious victory won
Through Jesus Christ, our Saviour.
2
How furiously the serpent raged
As he with Christ contended,
With might and guile the battle waged;
But now his rule is ended.
Though sore he bruised the Saviour’s heel,
No final death blow could he deal;
His head is bruised for ever.
3
Our Saviour, Jesus Christ, was dead,
But lo, again He liveth;
And to His members, as their head,
Eternal life He giveth.
Whoe’er believeth Christ’s own word
From death and grave shall be restored,
And live, although he dieth.
4
If daily we to Christ draw near
In faith and true repentance,
We live to Him, and need not fear
The second death’s dread sentence;
For death is shorn of all its powers,
And righteousness and peace are ours,
And ours the life immortal.
5
Great Easter spoils we now possess
That Christ hath won and given:
True peace and joy and righteousness
On earth and then in heaven.
In patient hope we here abide
Till we, like Him, are glorified,
And dwell with Him for ever.