Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus

Verse 1

Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus,
Thine empty grave, we stand,
With hearts all full of praises
To keep Thy blest command:

By faith, our soul's rejoicing,
To trace Thy path of love
Through death's dark, angry billows
Up to the throne above.

Verse 2

Lord Jesus, we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When, in Thy love's deep pity,
The waves did o'er Thee roll;

Baptized in death's cold waters,
For us Thy blood was shed:
For us Thou, Lord of Glory,
Wast numbered with the dead.

Verse 3

Oh, Lord, Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is o'er!
For sin Thou once hast suffered,
Thou liv'st to die no more;

Sin, death, and hell are vanquished
By Thee, the Church's Head;
And lo! We share Thy triumphs,
Thou First-born from the dead.

Verse 4

Into Thy death baptized
We own with Thee we died;
With Thee, our life, we're risen,
And in Thee glorified:

From sin, the world, and Satan,
We're ransomed by Thy blood,
And now would walk as strangers,
Alive with Thee to God.