1 The grave itself a garden is,
Where loveliest flow'rs abound;
Since Christ, our never-fading life,
Sprang from that holy ground.
2 O give us grace to die to sin,
That we, O Lord, may have
A holy, happy rest in Thee,
A Sabbath in the grave.
3 Thou, Lord, baptized in Tine own blood,
And buried in the grave,
Didst raise Thyself to endless life,
Omnipotent to save.
4 Baptized into Thy death we died,
And buried were with Thee,
That we might live with Thee to God,
And ever blest might be.
5 Lord, through the grave and gate of death
May we, with Thee, arise
To an eternal Easter-day
Of glory in the skies!
Source: The Church Hymnal: containing hymns approved and set forth by the general conventions of 1892 and 1916; together with hymns for the use of guilds and brotherhoods, and for special occasions (Rev. ed) #110