Buried beneath the yielding wave
The great Redeemer lies;
Faith views Him in the watery grave,
And thence beholds Him rise.
Thus do His willing saints, today,
Their ardent zeal 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 blest Redeemer, we to Thee
Our grateful voices raise;
Washed in the fountain of Thy blood,
Our lives shall all be praise.