1 Glory to Thee, O Lord,
Who, from this world of sin
By cruel Herod's ruthless sword
Those precious ones did win.

2 Baptized in their own blood,
Earth's untried perils o'er,
They passed unconsciously the flood,
And safely gained the shore.

3 Glory to Thee for all
The ransomed infant band,
Who since that hour have heard Thy call,
And reached the quiet land.

4 O that our hearts within,
Like theirs, were pure and bright;
O that as free from deeds of sin
We shrank not from Thy sight.

5 Lord, help us every hour
Thy cleansing grace to claim;
In life to glorify Thy power,
In death to praise Thy Name.