The sting of death is sin,

The strength of sin the law;

I feel the envenom'd wound within,

But who the sting shall draw?

Thanks be to God, I see

My health in Christ His Son,

Who, over sin and death, for me,

The victory hath won.

The law He magnified,

For me its curse He bore;

Who shall condemn?--'Tis Christ that died,

Now lives for evermore.

My name upon the roll

Of His redeem'd be found,

And in life's bundle be my soul,

For his soul's travail bound.