Death Has Lost Its Sting

My God, how many are my fears
How fast my foes increase
Conspiring my eternal death
They break my fleeting peace

The lying tempter would persuade
My heart to doubt your aid
And all my swelling sins appear
Much greater than your grace

Arise, O Lord, fulfill your grace
While I your glory sing
My God has broke the serpent's teeth
And death has lost its sting

But you my glory and my strength
Will on my tempter tread
Will silence all my threatening guilt
And raise my drooping head

And though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stand
No more will terrors shake my soul;
Secure within your hand.