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!