935 Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus, 1. Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus, In spirit here we stand, With hearts all full of praises, To keep Thy blest command: Our souls by faith rejoicing, To trace Thy path of love, Down through death's angry billows, Up to the throne above. 2. Lord Jesus! we remember The travail of Thy soul, When through Thy love's deep pity, The waves did o'er Thee roll; Baptized in death's dark waters, For us Thy blood was shed; For us Thou, Lord of Glory, Wast numbered with the dead. 3. O Lord! Thou now art risen, Thy travail all is o'er; For sin Thou once hast suffered, Thou liv'st to die no more; Sin, death and hell are vanquished By Thee, the Church's Head; And lo! we share Thy triumphs, Thou first-born from the dead. 4. Unto Thy death baptiz奷, We own with Thee we died; With Thee, our Life, we're risen, And shall be glorified. >From sin, the world, and Satan, We're ransomed by Thy blood, And here would walk as strangers, Alive with Thee to God.