Oh, what a might! Oh, what a strength!
| | God wrought to raise Christ from the dead. |
| | Far above all at His right hand, |
| | O’er all to us He is the Head. |
| | All this great pow’r is to the Church |
| | That she o’er all her foes may tread. |
| 2 | Oh, what a fact! Oh, what a bliss! |
| | That I of Christ a member am. |
| | With all the saints I blend as one |
| | And share the life of the new man. |
| | Joined to our great ascended Head, |
| | We’ll be the Church of His own plan. |
| 3 | Oh, what a breadth! Oh, what a length! |
| | The height, the depth unsearchable! |
| | Christ the Lord is unlimited, |
| | So vast, immense, immeas’rable. |
| | All that He is and all He has |
| | Is now our life unspeakable. |
| (Repeat the last two lines of each stanza) |
