“O Death, Where is Thy Sting?” Don Fortner
(Tune: When I Can Read My Title Clear #497 CM)
1. My body, (Feeble house of clay!), my present, frail abode,
Is shaking and must fall one day. Then I’ll go to my God.
2. My Savior, Christ, my God I’ll see, (myself, with my own eyes!)
Who has gone to prepare for me a mansion in the skies.
3. I feel this tabernacle shake, and know it soon must fall.
Then I my willing flight will take to Christ, Who is my All.
4. “Sin and sorrow shall be no more,” my ransomed soul shall sing,
And cry, as up to Christ I soar, “O Death, where is thy sting?”