Christ fought the fight
Of sin on our behalf;
He won the battle over all its might.
Christ bruised the head of Satan;
He cursed the one who thought he won—
Christ Jesus, our Lord, God’s Son.

Christ bought the sinner from sin’s vice
And from the power and grip of the evil one;
All this Christ did by grace alone,
For the love of those who loved Him not.

Christ paid the price of sin
With His blood, which like a river did flow;
His grace that day, and evermore, did flood
The hearts of the vilest man.

Christ alone is enough;
He is sufficient for all our needs,
For He did rise from the dead—
A victor over death’s dread.

O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
This will be the song the sinner sings.