Death holds no lasting sting
No terror can it truly bring
Jesus, the cross never could diminish
Victory secured when He breathed, “it is finished”
Heaven & earth did surly tremble
The faithful day His cross became our symbol
Of strength and power and Holy love
Represented in a roar and the coo of a dove
See, security was never founded on the strength of a man
But the surer foundation on which we stand
Our Sovereign Creator, none more grand
To all He gave life & the gift of His plan
Holy Trinity, precious Jesus, more beautiful than common sight
Darkness stand down and day, behold the Light!
“It is finished,” breathed our Majesty, God’s beautiful Son
Reverberated, God our Father, “So be it. It is done.”
Hey, Death! What happened to your big win?
Hey, Death! What happened to your sting?
Sin came into this world, and death’s sting followed. Then sin took aim at the law and gained power over those who follow the law. Thank God, then, for our Lord Jesus, the Anointed, the Liberating King, who brought us victory over the grave.
My dear brothers and sisters, stay firmly planted—be unshakable—do many good works in the name of God, and know that all your labor is not for nothing when it is for God.