1 Baptized into our Saviour's death,
Our souls to sin must die;
With Christ our Lord we live anew,
With Christ ascend on high.

2 There by his Father's side he sits,
Enthroned divinely fair;
Yet owns himself our Brother still,
And our fore-runner there.

3 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise
On wings of faith and love;
Above, our choicest treasure lies,
And be our hearts above.

4 Let not earth's pleasures draw us down;
Lord, give us strength to rise,
And through thy strong, attractive power,
At last to gain the prize.