Where is your sting oh grave
Where is your hold
He rose in just three days
Back from the cold
Where is your might oh hell
Where is your fire
When He broke the bar of his cell
When he left at his own desire
Where is your mark oh death
Where now is your pride
The tomb is empty, He has left
The tears have all been dried
Where are you voices oh taunting crowd
Can't you find a victim
Now that our savior is three days from the ground
Now that He is risen
