Lutheran Hymnal: 098 - O Death, Where is Thy Cruel Sting?

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.