Verse 1
The members must their Head pursue,
One with Him they suffer too,
Or barren still abide:
Dies every consecrated grain,
Dies every re-begotten man
With Jesus crucified.
Verse 2
As banish’d long from human thought,
Lord, thy follower is forgot,
Is buried out of sight,
Till Thou his dear Redeemer come,
And call his soul out of thy tomb,
And bring him forth to light.
Verse 3
Who now participates thy death,
Shall thy living Spirit breathe,
Bring forth the fruits of grace,
Thy gifts abundantly improve,
Attaining in the fear of love
The perfect holiness.