Through all life's sorrows and despairs I will not be moved When facing death I need not fear I have this hope secure: Because Christ died at Calvary Sin has on me no claim Because He overcame the grave With Him I will be raised Where, O grave, is your victory? Where, O death is your sting? Eternity is won for me By heaven's eternal King On that glorious final day I will not sleep or fade But gazing on His nail-pierced hands I'll instantly be changed Robed with immortality Before His throne we'll sing At last reflecting perfectly The glory of our King