Scripture Verse

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? 1 Corinthians 15:55


Charles H. Gabriel

Words: Charles H. Ga­bri­el, 1911. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as Jen­nie Ree, one of Ga­bri­el’s pseu­do­nyms.

Music: Ira B. Wil­son (🔊 pdf nwc).

Ira B. Wilson


The power of death is broken,
Its terrors for­ev­er past,
For Je­sus who died to save us
Its portals hath safely passed;
He left in the vale of shadows
A light that shall not grow dim,
To guide whosoever follows
In safety and peace to Him.


Rejoice! rejoice!
The Re­deem­er who once was slain,
The power of darkness conquered,
Is ris­en, and lives again.

He took on Himself our bur­den,
The debt of our sin He paid;
Our sorrows He bore, and even
Our stripes upon Him were laid.
To earth from a throne of glo­ry,
In mercy and love He came—
Was born in a lowly manger,
A world that He might reclaim.


Gethsemane saw His anguish,
And Calvary heard Him cry:
’Tis finished! O wondrous mercy,
That He for the world could die!
But, praise to His name for­ev­er,
Tho’ dead, yet He lives today!
All majesty, praise and honor,
And glo­ry be His for aye.