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 shall sing,

Where is thy boasted victory, grave?

And where the monster’s sting?

3 If sin be pardoned, I’m secure—

Death has 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,

Through Christ our living Head.