How Beautiful the Mystery

How beau­ti­ful the mys­te­ry:

Th’eter­nal Word comes down

To live and love and die and rise

To claim His vic­tor’s crown.

Content we find Him cra­dled there

Amongst the filth and beasts.

Who would be­lieve that He will be

Our guide from death to peace!

By ang­ry swords and dark de­cree

He’s driv­en from His land.

But still He hum­bly bows His head

To trust His Fa­ther’s hand.

The spot­less Lamb lays down His life

A cur­se up­on a cross.

Then lives that He might guar­an­tee

That no sheep will be lost.

O! May our hearts grow ev­er fond

Of Mary’s pre­cious boy:

Our Christ

our hope

our heart’s de­sire

Our king and sov­er­eign joy!