Classic Poem

HYMN I.

Our Lord, when cloth'd with mortal flesh,
Tho free from every sinful stain,
Wou'd be baptiz'd, that men to trace
His sacred steps might not disdain.

Nay more — he was all plung'd in tears,
And bath'd in bloody sufferings too:
What fountain was requir'd to wash
Our guilty souls, his wounds will shew!

Thy blood, dear Lord, can cleanse from sin:
This in our baptism we confess;
'Tis for its cleansing virtue we
Our prayers and vows to thee address.

Bury'd with great solemnity
In thy baptismal sepulchre,
We are reviv'd, and rais'd again,
White robes of righteousness to wear.

And, as thy sacred word declares,
At the great resurrection-day
Our bodies shall be rais'd and chang'd,
And be adorn'd with bright array.