1 Christ, who came my soul to save,
Entered Jordan's yielding wave,
Rose from out the crystal flood,
Owned and sealed the Son of God
By the Father's voice of love,
By the heaven-descending dove;
Saviour, Pattern, guide for me,
I, like him, baptized would be.
2 In the garden, o'er his soul
Sorrow's whelming waves did roll;
And on Calvary's cruel tree,
Jesus bowed in death for me.
I with him am crucified;
All my hope is he hath died;
At his feet my place I take,
Bear the cross for his dear sake.
3 In the new-made tomb he lay,
Taking all its dread away;
Burst he through its rock-bound door,
Glorious now and evermore.
I with Christ would buried be
In this rite required of me,
Rising from the mystic flood,
Living hence anew to God.