122 Thou, Lord, to death's domain 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!