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III. When the last agony draws nigh

When the last agony draws nigh, My spirit sinks in bitter fear: Courage! I conquer though I die, For Christ with Death once wrestled here. Thy strife, O Christ, with Death's dark power Upholds me in this fearful hour.

In faith I hide myself in Thee, I shall not perish in the strife; I share Thy war, Thy victory, And Death is swallowed up in Life. Thy strife, O Christ, with Death of yore Hath conquered, and I fear no more.

Kommt an der Tod, da ich muss ringen