Buried be­neath the yield­ing wave,
The great Re­deem­er lies;
Faith views Him in the wa­te­ry grave,
And thence be­holds Him rise.

Thus it be­comes His saints to­day,
Their ar­dent zeal t’ex­press,
And in the Lord’s ap­point­ed way,
Fulfill all right­eous­ness.

With joy we in His foot­steps tread,
And would His cause main­tain,
Like Him be num­bered with the dead,
And with Him rise and reign.

His pre­sence oft re­vives our hearts,
And drives our fears away;
When He com­mands, and strength im­parts,
We cheer­ful­ly ob­ey.

Now we, dear Je­sus, would to Thee
Our grate­ful voic­es raise;
Washed in the foun­tain of Thy blood,
Our lives shall all be praise.