So when the last notes of my soul's summer symphony
Go stealing through this old world's cold garden gates
I will hold no fear as You close my book of hours
And the hands of heaven carry me, carry me home to stay
O death, where is your sting
Your tears and your tremblings
And O grave, the battle's fought
Your victory has been lost
To Christ who gave it all
So when the last notes of my soul's summer symphony
Go stealing through this old world's cold garden gates
I will hold no fear as You close my book of hours
And the hands of heaven carry me, carry me home to stay
O grave, the battle's fought
And your victory has been lost
To Christ who gave it all