LYRIC

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.


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Blessy Christlin

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