O what a mystery I see

O what a mystery I see,
what marvellous design,
that God should come as one of us,
a son in David’s line.
Flesh of our flesh, of woman born,
our humanness he owns;
and for a world of wickedness
his guiltless blood atones.

2. This perfect man, incarnate God,
by selfless sacrifice
destroyed our sinful history,
all fallen Adam’s curse.
In him the curse to blessing turns,
my barren spirit flowers,
as over the shattered power of sin
the cross of Jesus towers.

3. By faith a child of his I stand,
an heir in David’s line,
royal descendant by his blood
destined by love’s design.
Fathers of faith, my fathers now!
because in Christ I am,
and all God’s promises in him
to me are ‘Yes, amen!’

4. No more then as a child of earth
must I my lifetime spend-
his history, his destiny
are mine to apprehend.
O, what a Saviour, what a Lord!
O, Master, Brother, Friend!
What miracle has joined me to
this life that never ends!