On Baptism: On Christ's Sufferings

1 I have a baptism saith the Lord,
To be bapitsed with;
How am I stright'ned saith his word,
'Till it's accomplished.

2 Meaning the death by which he dy'd,
His sufferings and his pain;
Cover'd compleat from side to side,
With all our guilt and shame.

3 This gives to us the plunging mode,
As sprinkling's not the thing,
His sufferings was a mighty flood,
That he was cover'd in.

4 His head they wound in cruel thorns,
They mock him in their pride,
His hands and feet with nails are torn,
A spear doth pierce his side.

5 He's whipt and mock'd, and spit upon,
His sufferings was compleat,
Oh! how the purple gore doth run,
From heads, and hands, and feet.

6 This is Baptism Christ hath said,
And how will sprink'ling do?
His hands, his feet, his heart, his head,
Their part of suffering knew.

7 Then how does sprink'ling shew his death,
In any sense at all?
Plunging be sure must be the way,
All other modes will fall.


Source: Hymns on Various Subjects #8