Thy Victory
By: C.H.James

The clock of life runs swiftly now
No time left for weeping
Death will soon be at our door
And we will soon be sleeping
Death comes to takes us home
Where Christ alone is King
O death, where is thy victory?
O grave, where is thy sting?

At last our journey over
With peace we’ll take our rest
In Abraham’s bosom waiting
With joy and happiness
With trumpet sound we’ll hear His voice
As each of us takes wing
O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?

Together we will rule with Him
His armies reign victorious
His foes will fall beneath His feet
Won’t that day be glorious?
Why fear this door of mystery?
Why to life now cling?
O death, where is thy victory?
O grave, where is thy sting?

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