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O Death, where is thy sting?
O Grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin,
And from sin I’ve been set free!
Grave, you will not win in the end,
Though I am buried and covered from sight.
Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ,
I shall awaken and come forth to new life.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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