A long time ago, Lazarus died
All hope seemed gone as his sisters cried
Jesus walked to where he laid
He called his name and he came out of the grave.

Oh death, where is thy sting?
Oh grave, where is thy victory?
You thought you had a hold on me
But you were wrong, I've been set free.

Oh, jesus hung on a rugged cross
He gave His life for a world once lost
He lay three days in a borrowed grave
But when He came out I could hear Him say.

Oh death, where thy sting?
Oh grave, where is thy victory?
You thought you had a hold on me
But you were wrong, I've been set free.

One day I'll lay this body down
They'll dress me up and put me in the ground
But when Jesus comes in the sky
Just listen close and you'll hear me cry.

Oh death, where is thy sting?
Oh grave, where is thy victory?
You thought you had a hold on me
But you were wrong, I've been set free.

Oh death, where is thy sting?
Oh grave, where is thy victory?
You thought you had a hold on me
But you were wrong, I've been set free...