What myst’ries, Lord, in thee combine!
Jesus, once mortal, yet divine;
The first, the last; the end, the head;
The source of life among the dead!

O love beyond the stretch of thought!
What matchless wonders hat it wrought!
Faith trembles when she sees the load
Bourne by the suff’ring son of God.

Hail, royal conqu’ror o’er the grave,
Tender to pity, strong to save!
For ever live, for ever reign,
And prosp’rous may thy throne remain!

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.

In the full choir, where angels join
Their harps of melody divine,
Thy death inspires a song of praise,
New thro’ thy life’s eternal days.