A spirit cast in stone, casehardened sanity Steadfast in credence, unable to falter I cannot slacken my standards A heart full of soundness My feet fixed and unswayable My faith is adamant Iron as straw and brass as rotton wood Contend not with me My faith is my stronghold Oh grave where is your victory? Oh death your sting? Death has been swallowed up in victory Therefore I stand firm And let nothing move me.