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.
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|Title:||The sting of death is sin|