With Christ we share a mystic grave, With Christ we buried lie; But ???tis not in the darksome cave By mournful Calvary. The pure and bright baptismal flood Entombs our nature???s stain; New creatures from the cleansing wave With Christ we rise again. Thrice blest, if through this world of strife, And sin, and selfish care, Our snow white robe of righteousness We undefil??d wear. Thrice blest, if through the gate of death All glorious and free We to our joyful rising pass, O risen Lord, with Thee.