Buried beneath the yielding wave,

The great Redeemer lies;

Faith views him in the watery grave,

And thence beholds him rise.

2 With joy we in his footsteps tread,

And would his cause maintain,

Like him be numbered with the dead,

And with him rise and reign.

3 Now, blest Redeemer, we to thee

Our grateful voices raise;

Washed in the fountain of thy blood,

Our lives shall be thy praise.