Thou, Lord, to death’s domain

Thou

Lord

to death’s domain

Didst go alone.

Death had on Thee no claim

Thou sinless One!

He who had death’s dread pow’r

Met Thee in that dark hour:

Vanquished by Thee his power

By Thee alone.

But Thou hast burst the grave

Risen art Thou;

Death could not Thee enslave

Death had to bow!

Victorious hast Thou come

Out of the darksome tomb

Broken the bands of gloom:

Beyond death now.

What mighty triumphs

Lord

Thou didst achieve!

What fruitfulness doth God

From Thee receive!

Out of Thy death has sprung

A wondrous living throng:

All

all to Thee belong

And in Thee live.

Firstborn of all Thou art

Lowly we bow;

Chief in Thy Father’s heart—

Chief to us now.

Thou art indeed supreme

Our great eternal theme

Worthy of all esteem:

Worthy art Thou!