O DEATH WHERE IS THY STING?
The world will still go on its courseWhen we have passed away.Not e’en one ripple on Life’s wavesThere’ll be for e’en one day.How vain and fleeting is all life,’Tis but a little breath.’Tis but a smile, and then a tear,And then to us comes death.We have high hopes at life’s bright morn,Alas! they fade by noon.They fade, they wither, fall to earth,And death is then a boon.Yet over all our dead, dead hopes,We joyfully will sing:“O Grave where is thy victory?O Death where is thy sting.”
The world will still go on its courseWhen we have passed away.Not e’en one ripple on Life’s wavesThere’ll be for e’en one day.How vain and fleeting is all life,’Tis but a little breath.’Tis but a smile, and then a tear,And then to us comes death.We have high hopes at life’s bright morn,Alas! they fade by noon.They fade, they wither, fall to earth,And death is then a boon.Yet over all our dead, dead hopes,We joyfully will sing:“O Grave where is thy victory?O Death where is thy sting.”