Death has no sting to pierce the soul
That now by faith to Jesus flies;
He can the pow'rs of hell control,
And bid the sleeping dead arise.

His own almighty arm can shake
Those gloomy vaults and mansions down,
At which the sons of Adam quake,
And raise their tenants to a crown.

Then fear not death, but fear the Lord,
And look to him for victory;
For those who tremble at his word
Shall his immortal glory see.

His promise is for ever sure,
And he hath said that death shall die:
His word for ever must endure;
His word, that fills eternity.

Rejoice, ye saints that fear his name,
Rejoice in his eternal might!
For he has put your foes to shame,
To shame and everlasting flight.

Rejoice in Him , for he will come,
In all the beauty of his love,
And take his church, from conflict, home
To everlasting joys above.