351. 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 sin,

And lust, and selfish care,

Our resurrection-mantle white

And undefiled we wear.

Thrice blest, if through the gate of death,

Glorious at last and free,

We to our joyful rising pass,

O Risen Lord, with Thee.