Second Life

Death, where is your sting?
Amidst the angel’s trumpeting thunder,
I stand before the king
And wonder,

Death, where is your sting?
And now I think of everything—
Of the old life that is now gone,
And the new one waiting at the dawn.

Death, where is your sting?
I watched the old earth pass in the night,
I waited, knowing that it would bring
Your eternal kingdom full of light.

Death, where is your sting?
I sought my shelter beneath your wing,
Now from your right hand you reveal
Eternal pleasures marked with your seal.