1 What mysteries, Lord, in Thee combine!
Jesus, once mortal, yet divine:
The first, the last, the end, the head,
The source of life among the dead.

2 O love, beyond the stretch of thought!
What matchless wonders hath it wrought!
My faith, while she the grace declares,
Trembles beneath the load she bears.

3 Hail, royal Conqueror o’er the grave,
In pity tender, strong to save!
For ever live, for ever reign,
And prosperous may Thy throne remain!

4 Thy saints, obedient to Thy word,
With humble joy surround Thy board,
And long as time pursues its race,
Proclaim Thy death, and shout Thy grace.

5 In fullest choir, where angels join
Their harps of melody divine,
Thy death inspires a song of praise,
New through Thy life’s eternal days.