With Christ We Share a Mystic Grave

With Christ we share a mys­tic grave

With Christ we bu­ried lie;

But ’tis not in the dark­some cave

By mourn­ful Cal­va­ry.

The pure and bright bap­tis­mal flood

Entombs our na­ture’s stain;

New crea­tures from the cleans­ing wave

With Christ we rise again.

Thrice blest

if through this world of strife

And sin

and self­ish care

Our snow white robe of right­eous­ness

We un­de­fil­èd wear.

Thrice blest

if through the gate of death

All glo­ri­ous and free

We to our joy­ful ris­ing pass

O ris­en Lord

with Thee.