1 With Christ we share a mystic grave,
With Christ we buried lie;
But not within the darksome cave
By mournful Calvary.
2 The pure and bright baptismal flood
Entombs our nature’s stain:
New creatures from the cleansing wave
With Christ we rise again.
3 Thrice blest, if through this world of sin,
And lust and selfish care,
Our resurrection robe of white
And undefiled we wear.
4 Thrice blest, if through the gates of death,
Glorious at last and free,
We to our joyful rising pass,
O risen Lord with thee.
5 And now to thy thrice holy Name,
The God whom we adore,
To Father, Son, and Spirit blest,
Be glory evermore. Amen.
Source: The New English Hymnal #317
John M. Neale's life is a study in contrasts: born into an evangelical home, he had sympathies toward Rome; in perpetual ill health, he was incredibly productive; of scholarly temperament, he devoted much time to improving social conditions in his area; often ignored or despised by his contemporaries, he is lauded today for his contributions to the church and hymnody. Neale's gifts came to expression early–he won the Seatonian prize for religious poetry eleven times while a student at Trinity College, Cambridge, England. He was ordained in the Church of England in 1842, but ill health and his strong support of the Oxford Movement kept him from ordinary parish ministry. So Neale spent the years between 1846 and 1866 as a warden of Sackvi… Go to person page >
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