1 O! how doth God our souls surprise,
When he our conscience doth baptize
Into the holy Nature;
Where, free from all Offence and blame,
We now possess in Christ the Lamb,
The Fulness of his Stature.
No free
Are we
And shall ever,
In our Saviour,
Stand perfected;
With him to this Grace elected.

2 Free from all consciousness of Sin,
We live where none can enter in;
This when in Heart believed;
Our Conscience answers towards God,
As free from Sin, thro' Jesu's Blood,
Nor can we be deceived:
For he
And we,
In one Body,
White and ruddy,
Are compleated:
In the Father's Glory seated.

3 Salvation now in us is wrought;
Now is there one uneasy Thought,
By which our Peace is spoiled:
Baptiz'd into the Saviour's Name,
Our Conscience answers to the Lamb,
Who ne'er can be defiled.
Now blest
We rest
From what vexes
And perplexes;
We are fully
In and as in Jesus holy.