1 O LORD of glory! who couldst leave
The height supreme in death to lie,
What tongue shall sing, what heart conceive
The love divine that made Thee die?
Bought with a price, for ever Thine,
We break this bread, and drink this wine.
2 When here on earth, Thou wast alone,
Proclaimer of this love to men;
Upon the cross 'twas fully known,
For God came forth to meet us then;
Rent from above, the parted veil
Announced to all that wondrous tale.
3 But risen, the First-born from the dead,
Triumphant hast Thou entered in,
The glorious Man, the living Head,
Thrice worthy Thou our hearts to win;
In Thy blest face all glories shine,
And there we gaze on love divine.
