What Mysteries, Lord, In Thee Combine

Verse 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!

Verse 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.

Verse 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!

Verse 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.

Verse 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.