Glory shone 'round
The men made no sound
Quaking with terror
At the birth of the Saviour
And at a bright blazing seraph
And host that sang of the Fairest
They rushed down and found sweet tired Mary
Then they went from there
And told all they met about the baby
Mystery of ages
God takes my wages
Thank you Lord for what you've done
Blood gushed all 'round
The Lamb made no sound
He drank down my cup
That I'd filled to the top
With dark deeds and omissions
Selfish words and decisions
That poison broth scathed and bruised him
Yet he gulped as one
Who's fighting for his friend and kin
Mystery of ages
God takes my wages
Thank you Lord for what you've done
Glory shone 'round
The men made no sound
Frozen with terror at the rise of the Saviour
And at a bright blazing seraph
Who rolled the stone from the Fairest
He burst forth and found another tired Mary
She clung to him
Salvation's early harvest bearing
Mystery of ages
God takes my wages
Thank you Lord for what you've done
The gavel comes down
The judged make no sound
They drink from their cups
That they'd filled to the top
But they can't swallow much
And they rejected their Nonesuch
For biting and gnashing and fear
But the righteous
Will rest with Jesus, he holds them near
Mystery of ages
God takes my wages
Thank you Lord for what you've done
Thank you Father
Thank you Spirit
Thank you Jesus
For giving, illumining, dying and rising
The substitute blood washes all
