Death of Death (1 Cor. 15)

The earth doth hold us, cold and deep,
Depth of grave, a slumber steep.
But hark! A cry, a trumpet's call,
Death's grip is broken, chains and all.

Where is your sting, O reaper dark?
Where is your triumph, no longer stark?
The Christ has risen, shattered night,
And bathed the world in endless light.

No longer fear the final sigh,
For death is swallowed by and by..
A seed we fall, in darkness sown,
But rise transformed, in life full-blown.

No more the body, frail and worn,
But one celestial, heaven-born.
With joy we'll tread the path unknown,
In seas of glory, before the throne.

Praise the Lord, with grateful soul,

For death's defeat, that makes us whole.

In Christ we live, and in Him keep,

But death is just a fainting sleep,

A promise whispered on the breeze,

Of endless life, and perfect ease.

With faith as shield, and hope our guide,
We walk toward dawn, where shadows hide.