Thou art my Lord, O Death, and in thy kiss I have conceived.

That phrase is as routine to a faltering campaign as "O Death, where is thy sting?"

O gentle Death, when wilt thou come?

Molly Zenobia (with Val Thompson on cello) play O Death .

I know this little thing A myriad men will save, O Death, where is thy sting?

A bluegrass winner is "O Death," by Ralph Stanley, 75, a chilling evocation of a man begging to be spared a little more time.

O proud Death, What feast is toward in thine eternal cell That thou so many princes at a shot So bloodily hast struck.

Ralph Stanley for "O Death"

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

O Gentle Death (2000)