1 The great REdeemer we adore,
Who came the lost to seek and save;
Went humbly down from Jordan's shore
To find a tomb beneath a wave.
2 Thus it becomes us to fulfil,
All righteousness he meekly said,
Why should be then to do his will,
Or be ashamed or be afraid?
3 With thee into thy wat'ry tomb,
Lord 'tis our glory to descend;
'Tis wondrous grace that gives us room,
To lie interr'd with such a firend.
4 But a much more tempestuous flood,
O'erwhelm'd thy body and thy soul:
That's plung'd in tears and sweat and blood
And over this black terrors roll.
5 Yet as the yielding waves give way,
To let us see the lgith again:
So on thy resurrection day,
The bands of death prov'd weak and vain.
Source: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #CLXXI