The future is a place unknown
Untrodden by Men's feet
A time, we all will face someday
On Vict'ry or defeat
We look at things around us
The world and all its Woes
Temptations come at every turn
And plenty are our Foes
But, is there not a power there
With which to conquer trials
Is there some help? Is there some Hope?
A Signpost along Life's miles?
Oh, Yes! Praise God! Rejoice, Be glad!
In Christ, you can be Free
Through Death, He conquered all the pow'r
Of death, our enemy
Oh, death, wherein is now thy Sting
And Grave, thy Victory?