Dear Mas­ter, in Thy way
Our will­ing feet shall tread;
What joy Thy man­date to ob­ey,
Our great and glo­ri­ous Head.

The clos­ing wa­ters hid
Our for­mer world, and we,
Seeking through death our Sav­ior’s side,
Rejoice to die with Thee.

And as we rise again,
Be this con­fess­ion giv’n,
That we have ris’n with Christ to reign
The Lord of earth and Heav’n.

So would we die to live,
And live no more to die;
Our ris­en lives, O Christ, re­ceive
And seal them in the sky.