Thy dead men shall live, together with My dead body shall they arise. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust: for thy dew is as the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead.@Isaiah 26:19
John M. Neale (1818–1866)

John M. Neale, Carols for Christmas and Eastertide 1853.

Hemsford Gerard F. Cobb, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1889 (🔊 pdf nwc).

With Christ we share a mystic grave,
With Christ we buried lie;
But ’tis not in the darksome cave
By mournful Calvary.

The pure and bright baptismal flood
Entombs our nature’s stain;
New creatures from the cleansing wave
With Christ we rise again.

Thrice blest, if through this world of strife,
And sin, and selfish care,
Our snow white robe of righteousness
We undefilèd wear.

Thrice blest, if through the gate of death
All glorious and free
We to our joyful rising pass,
O risen Lord, with Thee.