O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? 1 Corinthians 15:55
Words: Reginald Heber (1783–1826), alt. Published posthumously in Hymns Written and Adapted to the Weekly Church Service of the Year (London: J. Murray, 1827), pages 64–65.
God is gone up with joyful sound
Of saints that sing on high;
His own right hand and holy arm
Have brought the victory nigh!
Now empty are the courts of Death
And crushed thy sting, Despair;
And roses bloom in desert tomb
For Jesus hath been there!
And He hath tamed the strength of Hell,
And dragged him through the sky,
Captive behind His chariot wheel,
That man no more may die.