1 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!

2 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.

3 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!

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 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.