Thou hast said, exalt­ed Je­sus,
Take thy cross and fol­low Me;
Shall the word with ter­ror seize us?
Shall we from the bur­den flee?
Lord, I’ll take it, Lord, I’ll take it,
And re­joic­ing, fol­low Thee.

While this li­quid tomb sur­vey­ing,
Emblem of my Sav­ior’s grave,
Shall I shun its brink, be­tray­ing
Feelings wor­thy of a slave?
No, I’ll en­ter, no, I’ll en­ter;
Jesus en­tered Jor­dan’s wave.

Blest the sign which thus re­minds me,
Savior, of Thy love for me;
But more blest the love that binds me
In its death­less bonds to Thee;
Oh, what plea­sure, oh, what plea­sure,
Buried with my Lord to be!

Fellowship with Him pos­ses­sing,
Let me die to earth and sin;
Let me rise t’enjoy the bless­ing
Which the faith­ful soul shall win;
May I ev­er, may I ever
Follow where my Lord has been.