1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.

 4  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!