Lord Jesus, we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When, through Thy love’s deep pity,
The waves did over Thee roll!
Baptized in death’s dark waters,
For us Thy blood was shed:
For us Thou, Lord of glory,
Wast numbered with the dead!

O Lord, Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is over!
For sin, Thou once hast suffered:
Thou livest, 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!

Unto Thy death baptized,
We own with Thee we died;
With Thee, our Life, we’re risen,
And shall be glorified:
From sin, the world and Satan
We’re ransomed by Thy blood,
And here would walk as strangers,
Alive with Thee to God.