The grave it­self a gar­den is,
Where love­li­est flow­ers abound;
Since Christ, our ne­ver fad­ing Life,
Sprang from that ho­ly ground.

O give us grace to die to sin,
That we, O Lord, may have
So ho­ly, hap­py rest in Thee,
A Sab­bath in the grave.

Thou, Lord, bap­tized in Thine own blood,
And bur­ied in the grave,
Didst raise Thy­self to end­less life,
Omnipotent to save.

Baptized in­to Thy death we died,
And bur­ied were with Thee,
That we might fly with Thee to God,
And ev­er blest might be.

Lord, through the grave and gate of death
May we, with Thee, arise
To an eter­nal East­er day
Of glo­ry in the skies!