2 Here they renounce their former deeds, And to a heavenly life aspire, Their rags for glorious robes exchanged, They shine in clean and bright attire.
3 O sacred rite, by thee the name Of Jesus we to own begin; This is our resurrection pledge, Pledge of the pardon of our sin.
4 Glory to God on high be given, Who shows his grace to sinful men; Let saints on earth, and hosts in heaven, In concert join their loud Amen.
In all my Lord's appointed ways, My journey I'll pursue; Hinder me not, you much-loved saints, For I must go with you.
2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, I'll follow where he goes; Hinder me not, shall be my cry, Though earth and hell oppose.
3 Through trials and through sufferings too, I'll go at his command; Hinder me not, for I am bound To my Immanuel's land.
4 And when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be-- Hinder me not--come, welcome death-- I'll gladly go with thee.
381 C. M. He that is ashamed of me, and of my word. Mark 8:38.
Ashamed of Christ! our souls disdain The mean, ungenerous thought; Shall we disown that friend whose blood To man salvation brought?
2 With the glad news of love and peace, From heaven to earth he came; For us endured the painful cross, For us despised the shame.
3 To his command let us submit Ourselves without delay; Our lives--yea, thousand lives of ours, His love can ne'er repay.
4 Each faithful follower Jesus views With infinite delight; Their lives to him are dear--their death Is precious in his sight.
5 To bear his name--his cross to bear-- Our highest honor this! Who nobly suffers for him now, Shall reign with him in bliss.
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.
383 C. M. Lord, if thou wilt, etc. Matt. 8:2.
O Lord, and will thy pardoning love Embrace a wretch so vile? Wilt thou my load of guilt remove, And bless me with thy smile?
2 Hast thou the cross for me endured, And all its shame despised? And shall I be ashamed, O Lord, With thee to be baptized?