I

O Mystery, hidden from the world

Through all the ages past—

Even to the angel hosts unknown—

Is manifest at last;

And thou, Theotokos, hast given

Incarnate God, from highest heaven.

II

God in His fulness wears our flesh,

And from our sin and loss

Redeemed us by His pain and death

Upon the awful Cross.

Save us, through Him who cast away

The bands of death, we humbly pray.