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Hymn 122

by Isaac Watts

Believers buried with Christ in baptism.

Rom. 6:3,4,etc.

Do we not know that solemn word,

That we are buried with the Lord,

Baptized into his death, and then

Put off the body of our sin?

Our souls receive diviner breath,

Raised from corruption, guilt, and death;

So from the grave did Christ arise,

And lives to God above the skies.

No more let sin or Satan reign

Over our mortal flesh again;

The various lusts we served before

Shall have dominion now no more.

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