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!