What Mysteries, Lord, in Thee Combine

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.

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.

Hail

roy­al Con­quer­or o’er the grave

Tender to pi­ty

strong to save!

For ev­er live

for ev­er reign

And pros­per­ous 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 full­est choir

where an­gels join

Their harps of me­lo­dy di­vine

Thy death in­spires a song of praise

New through Thy life’s eter­nal days.